Auntie Jean has ALSI know you're going.The whole family knows. We are sad that you are leaving. But we hope your passing Is quick and easy, Without pain. I've been told you can't move much any more. That you can no longer use your Speak and Spell To substitute for speech. I heard that you sleep a lot. Perhaps in your dreams You're freed for a time From the prison that has become your body, your life. I hope that you quickly Shuck off that defective body That somehow got trapped In a disease too horrible to contemplate. I hope that you pass quickly And painlessly To someplace new Where you can Run And jump And sing again. |
| 24 October 2002 (unfinished) | |
| by Bill Cattey | |
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