The frequent visits told me so;
The lamented smell of sun and snow:
the trees the grass
the rain the sleet
Her eyes spoke puppies and faeries too;
Of death and life, and what's left to do:
skydiving world wonders
tango lessons blackberry pies
Her smile faded, yet not till the end;
Her muscles gave out, she could no longer pretend:
I.V.'s hospital smells
therapy the horizontal line of the
machine above her bed
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Submission Name: (Happy) Smiles 
