PS I want to share the poem that emerged in the last few days pondering what I wrote last year, and sent you in “Deep Time.”
Sweet Searing December 23, 2010
Your sweetness, Francis,
is seared on my soul.
By now your spinal cancer pain
has chained you to your bed.
I floss your teeth,
I help you pee.
And what do you say to me?
“What a wonderfull moment this is!
My beloved is here with me.
You look good, you feel good,
and you are so good to me.”
O Francis dear
your sweetness is seared
deep deep within my soul.
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