The Cushion.

The cushion, says it all I think.

Encouraged to stand tall,

But not enough to save her, when the cancer came to call.

I wonder if she felt that brave,

I wonder, if strong, or smart ?

I wonder if she knew, it all, would somehow break my heart ?

She broke the picture of the bear,

The Rabbit, I drew it for.

It said I'll sit with you, until your scared no more.

But, in the end she didn't let me, sit, or be that Bear,

I had to go away,

So, she could die in peace, she said.... it broke my heart that day.

But, she was loved, with friends close by,

And family beside.

But me, away, 3000 miles, and she, at peace inside... as she died.

I still don't know what turned her heart,

I guess I never will,

But as the cushion also says, you are loved, I love you still.

And there the cushion, lonely, sits,

With words that hit the spot,

Reminding me that it's still here, and sadly you are not.

I could just end the verse right there, and how sad would that be,

But knowing you are with our God, is just enough for me. See you later...

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