Illness
11 May, 2008
Author: Barbara Goodhew
When friends are ill,
We feel helpless and ill.
Nothing to do but wait.
Seems to be our fate.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| anonymous (71.217.38.201) -- Saturday, May 17 2008, 05:58 am My friend, my dog is ill. Bladder cancer, we found out. We do feel helpless and all I can do is make everyday a good day, and enjoy each day, as if it were his last. So he gets to eat all the cookies he wants, gets alot of hugs and tolded his loved. Nothing to do but wait. We know his fate. Hey, a very good poem Barb. Has helped me alot. Thank you! Have a good day yourself. |
| barb (67.58.197.169) -- Saturday, May 17 2008, 04:06 pm You are doing the nice thing all you can do know is make his life great. hang in there. |
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