Tuesday, May 25, 2010

For John

I laughed today and you deemed me cured.
“She’s well! She’s well!” you sang.
For now you may go on with your lives,
You have no need to fuss with me.
No dinners cooked,
No thoughtful cards,
No extra care now needed.
I laughed today and you deemed me well,
But you could not tell
I did it all to spare you
The agony of watching.

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