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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448452" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fusing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You lay now on your silver bed<br>flowers all around</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and that seems right; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">always you were the last<br>having brought your book to the party<br>to the last to leave cleaning up<br>arms always full<br>of emotional gifts<br>for each and everyone <br>who took shelter within them, <br>there was always with them<br>an inexhaustible supply of love<br>gentle hope transferred to the hopeless <br>who came away still warms from those arms touch<br>from those late night talks<br>supports given and renewed and <br>all able to make a new way back to the light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All knew how limitless was your giving<br>but few noticed the toll it took<br>because you made those tolls invisible.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who knew your way of being<br>left you exhausted in the long nights<br>where nonetheless the next day<br>you made your self recover<br>or even took the dead of night phone call<br>from each and every one<br>who never noticed in you<br>any hesitancy<br>only your giving; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">never had a cat or dog<br>people took from you all the time<br>you always gave more than asked for.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was you who cooked the potluck dinners<br>made the small loans<br>so many times<br>helped to comb<br>the papers<br>with those whom needed a job<br>your thin arms<br>pointing to this one or that one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the day of interview<br>it was you standing outside<br>even in the dead of winter<br> to see how it had gone<br>to take the job seeker<br>out for coffee or dinner<br>always there to celebrate<br>every minor miracle<br>there was<br>for one or many.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If Devotion is true friendship <br>then it utters your name<br>if love of the other has any substance<br>then it came from your hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">if drugs could be conquered<br>it was because<br>those times heads lay in your lap<br>til dawn<br>alive again<br>against the overdose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now <br>for you it is this silver slab<br>but I saw from the moment you closed your eyes<br>I saw your spirit<br>fly<br>away<br>to nestle<br>quietly<br>in the hearts you touched<br>and in the lives you saved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Farewell<br>my love<br>to you<br>to whom<br>all my heart<br>given<br>was yet another one<br>touched by you<br>and as I weep beside you<br>I feel your soul rise<br>our two souls<br>then fusing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good bye<br>and Goodbye again<br>and thanks to you<br>for all you have given<br>us<br>survivors<br>who now<br>will<br>see<br>that your spirit<br>continues to live.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We all came down<br>to the morgue<br>before they took you off to potters field<br>but it didn't matter<br>it was fitting that you were the only one<br>there<br>with flowers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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flowers all around

and that seems right; 

always you were the last
having brought your book to the party
to the last to leave cleaning up
arms always full
of emotional gifts
for each and everyone 
who took shelter ..."></div>
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