57

Some might say, No age at all.

But Some don't know the struggle 

it took to tough it out the last ten years -



laughing through difficulty,

making a joke of indignity, 

a mockery of futility 

and smiling through adversity, 

but you did it with alacrity.



With sweetest music in your ears,

your heart sang out your coolest song 

to guide you into sleep; a three day 

long fair well to malignancy.



Unexpected - my own fair well...

A hug at the unit; you waiting 

for transport, me leaving chemo,..

What have we become? Old? Never!



Love you, Babe. See you. 

Didn't know you should have said, 

You won't. 

Didn't know you were quitting 

dialysis - time to let go. 

You never told me - 



But you also never got that far.

The frail bird in you decided 

early; turned you loose,

all bright to rise like glitter dust 

in sunbeams, flying

as you've always longed to.



Never believed in God, you always said, 

We are but energy. Hear me

in the wind that takes your breath away, 

or see me in a thrashing ocean, cascading

water falling - something nice like that - 



Look and listen, and you will find me 

now and then, handsome

and forever 57. No age at all.