You watch as the life slowly ebbs from the eyes
That once were bright and danced with delight
With each new day… a new struggle begins
As their strength slowly leaves.. with this pain setting in.
Through the long lonely days ..the battles rage on
Is there no longer hope….for a life soon to be gone.
We pray and believe that all will be right
But reality returns…. in the darkness of night.
For what would we give.. for the hint of smile
To release from this pain and give peace for a while.
The war is not over.. there are days to be won…
But hold them so dear… with each mornings sun.
-Antony King © 2016