Little John Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Intense feelings of becoming grief, knowing now that little
John has inoperable cancer of the brain and can die at any
time.

Such a wonderful, warm, kind gentleman, full of energy, hope
and life.

Always dancing, bringing joy to those around him.

Manners expounding, facing head on what is ahead of him with
expectant hope and faith.

Quietly abounding, reaching out to others in life, taking
each day in stride as best as he can.

A tribute to him, set in this poem for all to know how much
he is loved and appreciated by those who have come to know
him here at the center.

We are here on the sidelines, allowing him to be what he
must, and to do what he needs done.

Our hands are always proffered in case he needs anything
from us, as this poem herein indicates.