Dear Eva,
We are so similar, I just 53,
Yet my body shot with searing pains.
Loving touch denied - held my Granddaughter
Just once, at her Baptism.

Human contact?
My hand held as they stab a needle in.
Once a Month
For Blessed Infusion.

Brain slow, but Mind quick,
Twisted with Darkness and Fears.
Yet thoughts diverted Here,
And with inane Nothings on tv.

And why are we here?
To BE is enough, but more -
To impart our love whenever needed
And we are needed.

To share our knowledge,
Our experiences, our compassion.
To remain strong
For family and friends.

Above all, with Minds and Bodies
Screaming with pain
We are still here
Because we CANNOT be beaten.

Dave.