Comments about Bernadette Rushfirth
I listen to the beat,
the beat of a heart,
each tender thud sounding so far apart.
Will he awake or will he be still?
we all know this illness can kill.
He used to be so happy so far from gloom,
if only our love would help him bloom.
He'll break the shell and emerge with wings,
his body wont fight but drawn to the light.
His spirit will rise with all pure thoughts,
never again will he be distraught.
Our love will never die always to be pure,
how long will he last? nobody's sure.
Life is everything that's what he used to say,
only yesterday did ...