saw you
from afar
i saw you
in a dream
I saw you
at lunch
is saw you
under the star
I saw you
by the fire
I saw you
holding me tight
I saw you
kiss me
I saw you
walking on the beach
I saw you
take my stress away
I saw you
move mountains
I saw you
make me happy
I saw you
love me
I saw you
take care of me
I saw you
kiss my tears away
I saw you
propose to me
I saw you
steal my heart
as I steal you last name
By: Kelly Vedder
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson4 days ago in Fiction
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