Dearest Friend,
If only I could gently whisper to your thoughts
into your finely tuned conscious ear
I would let you know, dear friend, that it’s okay
to lay your battle’s sword upon our tears
Should you choose to stay asleep in needed peace;
whence all your pain leaves in this slumber’s wake,
and your brave heart seeks to be quiet and still
Please know, the gifts you’ve given we’ll not forsake
“I’ll not stand down!”, your cry, despite the odds
while swimming the riptide of Cancer’s Sound
Your mighty strength bound life’s Beast of Prey,
rousing will to defeat the Gauntlet’s Round
With valor you’ve forged the bleak Abyss of Despair
Climbed the daunting peaks of Relentless Pain
Trekked the dismal valley of Incurable Pass
Insuring mankind’s Hope is never slain
You’ve infused each new day with purest gold
Weaved a silver lining in the darkest clouds of woe
Turned thunder’s threat into a treasured song
and commanded a dying star to burn aglow
Ne’er could my words express my respect for you
Simply inept among the universe of what could be
So, my dearest friend, if this I could whisper in your ear
Whichever you choose, sweet Maureen,
please know...
whether in life's greatest sorrow, or immeasurable joy
We’ll celebrate you, Braveheart
Our Celtic Warrior’s
Victory.
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