by: Sarah

I remember a time you sat by my side
Asleep in a chair
As I woke in a bed
Confused as could be
Tubes and machines ding
Constantly

Your eyes open
And tears stream
At first sight of me

That memory I hold and keep
It’s cherished well inside so deep.

It’s now my turn to hold your hand
To be the one by the bed
You were my rock when I was weak
Holding my hand while I sleep
Close your eyes
It will be alright
I’ve got your hand
I’m by your side.

Sarah
I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. That patience pays in the end, and that love will always overcome the darkest of days.

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