whispered,
"I'll always love you."
The lights flashed,
sirens cried
you were whisked away.
Behind the red doors
you screamed with pain,
sobs escaped my throat
I longed to save you
-- but I couldn't.
With a flat stare
that scrubbed man
told me you'd probably die,
be prepared -- nothing to be done.
He walked away.
I fell to my knees
close to your ear
scolded you, begged you,
"Don't you dare leave me.
I need you."
And you listened.
Today, your limp
is Swan Lake.
Your weakness is strength.
Your crooked smile
-- a vision
of God's grace,
and I am at peace
because we still walk
side by side.
(c) Susan Elliott
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