For Steve
By Trish Dainton
Your struggle is now over,
You fought it to the end.
I’m sorry my dear darling,
HD I could not mend.
You kept your grace and dignity,
A man so sweet and kind.
The Steve I knew and loved so much,
Was never left behind
It tried to break your spirit,
This thing they call HD,
But never did I hear those words,
“Why did it choose me?”
And in the end, with mercy shown,
Your dignity in death;
God never let you die alone,
I witnessed your last breath.
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