The Steps

The Steps

The last I can remember,

or now, I am aware,

was holding my Kathleen,

upon the sunny stair.

Foreswore our years of marriage,

that Joy we had back then,

her illness worked against her,

she sensed her life would end.

We left her house behind us,

to seek her doctors' aid,

she fell into her sickbed,

for weeks, in pain, she laid.

And she fought the "mighty battle" ,

for days upon her bed,

I stood beside her helpless,

caressing her febrile head.

But death awaits for no one,

it grasped her hand to leave.

Her last words were: " I love you! ",

as by her side I grieved

Rendo--86