To my dearest dying patient:
May I emulate half your strength,
and a portion of your wisdom,
just a part of your life’s length.
May I know but half the splendor,
that only your eyes could see,
learn half your knack for storytelling,
and your love of history.
May I hear just half an octave
of the true depth of your voice,
see the light inside your eyes
as you made your final choice:
the choice to leave your family,
and watch them from above,
and not to give us half these gifts,
but instead, all your love.