A Letter To : Jill





I refused to leave the floor I think I felt you 
So pale and gray, so small and frail.
The tubes making you a sickly marionette.
I do love you as my sister.
I’d hold you but they keep you behind
 the metal and glass.
So far from me.
There in a sterile place, and tended on
I held your hand in my own.
It was so cold and heavy
“G” started crying, we felt so 
helpless.
Your mother shewing us away when 
you needed us.
How frustrated I was when I wanted to 
comfort you.
I wish I could have been there. 
Why are you so damned headstrong?
Just days ago I held your hands and you
shook so hard I still felt it 
when you let go.
You know the risk and you tease
death in your mere existence.
Do you doubt your self so much you feel
this reckless need for rush?
Everyone is worried, at least I know I am.
I appreciate every aspect of what you are to me.
In your silence I feel comfort.
Now my need to be near you is stronger.
I want to take the hospital by storm.
Bust in to see you, and just sit with you.
In our perfect stillness, just grateful
to feel your presence and send my own.

With Love   ~ D
  

Created on ... July 21, 2004