My Strength Is In You Poem by Elizabeth Sheaffer

She stood, unmoving, by the bay
With her soft white dress billowing in the breeze
Surrounded by the local flora
Looking so much like a Thomas Kincade painting
At that moment my heart ached for her
I longed to go to her, pull her close
And tell her that I loved her again
In case she'd forgotten, or needed to hear it once more
With her hair blowing in the wind it was hard,
so difficult to imagine it would all be gone in two weeks
They told us at stage four we'd have to be aggressive
So we came to her favorite place once more
While she was still strong enough to make the trip
And in case... But no. She is strong.

Three months later I came back here
But it wasn't the same as before
The flowers were gone, replaced by scrag
And she wasn't standing in the breeze anymore
But I scattered her ashes as she'd asked
So she could live here forever as she'd always wished.