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I took his glasses home with me; I took his sweater too. I wanted to feel close to him, but he was gone, it's true. He had a stroke but tarried on, ten years with half a life. His gift for words was muted then. He just motioned to his wife. But he once sang Happy Birthday much to our surprise. Seems there was a place within his brain, where music never dies. His trials are all over now; I pray him blissful sleep. He still hugs me with his sweater; I wear it when I weep. ©Geraldine Petrone All Rights Reserved By Author Mail share



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