To Margaret
By Cinara
To my dear sister, Margaret, (Who is about to undergo her fifth major surgey for cancer) To Margaret Would that I could lay your strife Upon the burdens of my life ’Twould be much easiet for me To bear the weight and set you free I wish that I could be a rose Beside the bed of your repose Tu bathe your breath in fragrance of The softness of a flower’s love I wish that I had wings of white To lift me up in lofty fight Across the place where rivers meet To be a guardian at your feet I wish that I could write a phrase To measure worth of all your days Your richness would be verses told Of brilliant bars of solid gold For you possess a blessed gift That I could never hope to lift Written April 5th, 2002 © on Apr 04 2002 07:25 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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