Dearest Friend Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Crying within for a man who meant a lot to me in such a
short period of time, we lived an eternity in ten short
months of life.

Opening our hearts and minds to one another as he studied
my mind and energy totally and completely, being through
his surgery, everything going perfectly and succinctly.

Then going to a care center where he got much stronger,
almost ready to go home, then getting pneumonia, having
to be admitted to the hospital.

Having to be intubated, on the ventilator, then placed
onto the roto prone bed where he got better for a short
time only.

Then succumbing to everything, trying to stay alive, but
the doctor talked his family into pulling the plug, having
little or no faith.

Believing he would have made it and lived his life fully
for another five years or more, now crying within for the
dearest friend I've ever had in this earthly life.