Today,my dearest one, you lay
on your hospital bed thinking of
what lies ahead. Thinking of the
love we shared so many, many years
ago, and that love is still so dear
and clear.

I left you with a heavy heart, we
do not know how to live apart.
The times are so strange, with you
so far away and your bed empty as is
my life, as I am still your wife.

Fifty seven years ago, we said, "I do"
and our love has strongly held, though
old we may be. That young man is still
in my heart as he was from the start.

Come home, dear one, is my cry, but then
I have to give a sigh. Its not to be
is what they say, so now I can only pray.

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