Our Lady Still
The light has faded from her eyes,
those eyes that used to flash with green
before the cancer I despise
crept underneath her skin. . . unseen.
It spread and left its mark unclean.
The light has faded from her eyes.
She still is regal though less keen
to act the bit. Oh, how she tries!
Our lady still, she can’t disguise
the ways she’s changed with each routine.
The light has faded from her eyes.
Our dear pet seems so old and lean!
And in the time still left between
her dying and the day she dies,
I'll miss the most her spirit's sheen.
The light has faded from her eyes.
Sept. 2, 2018
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2018
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