The Saint
By donnamarie
She's got a tumor in her head. Yes, that's what I said. No rhyme was intenDED. ____________________________________ She is the only saint I've known. I've met angels and deities. Never a saint. Her love is so pure. She is a lily-scented fairy, here for my protection. Although her view of me gets shady, her love always shines. ______________________________________ They don't know what the tumor is. She just prays she sees the sun in the east. _______________________________________ When I am alone and forgotten, she emerges from the shadows of our tree. She places her child-holding hands on my shoulder. She makes sure I'm not forgotten and alone. She hides in our tree. She is my Saint.ode to my grandmother... Written March 14th, 2002 © on Mar 14 2002 07:51 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"She's got a tumor ..."