All'alba vincerò!
You always were
invincible.
You grasped every prize you tried for
You charmed every girl you fancied
You won every argument –
Or at least drowned out the opposition
With logic and bombast and humour.
Life was your game,
You loved life,
Surely death could not touch you.
Then its shadow loomed large
And, ever the scientist,
You talked statistics.
You shone through the gloom
And, ever the mother,
I talked faith.
Survival rates weighed you down,
Knowledge of your strength buoyed me up.
‘Beat the odds,’ I said.
‘If no one has ever survived this, be the first!’
One raised eyebrow was your reply.
But you tried, for your sons, how you tried.
You took all they threw at you and said,
‘Give me more. Faster. I’ve a job to do here,
I must grow my boys to men.’
But your logic won this argument too.
In the silence left behind,
I hear the echo of your love.
s p sollazzi
21st January 2020
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Sent by St Ann's Hospice on 04/07/2016
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland