The Miracle

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Sometimes I thought I wasn't
going to get through it all,

With her now dying and who
would I have to keep me
alive?

But then I'd have to get
through it, because that
was the

Least I could do for her,
to be to someone else
what she was to me.

Sometimes I'd hold her
limp hand – I even
did it when

Death took her other hand
and led her away and I

Wanted to hold on, but why
hold on to someone who
didn't

Recognize me anymore,
which was the worst. And
I would pray for a

miracle, but maybe I
got it and didn't know it.