Grace under pressure, the newsman tries to explain
Super-human power to absorb all this pain
In times of such sadness, she searches for a way
Knowing more than anything he just wants to stay
No time for mourning, no time for a goodbye
She averts her gaze, so he can’t see her cry
Amid the soft beeps and tubes, she takes his small hand
His guardian, his portal to the Promised Land
She is his mother, his daughter and his wife
Guiding him for the next phase of his long life
A family formed of intention, rather than blood
Ensuring at this moment he knew he was loved
An honor to serve him with prayers he can’t speak
She caresses his arm, his forehead and cheek
A rare day off, she heads alone to the beach
Gazing up at the clouds just beyond her reach
She knows Heaven will most kindly welcome them all
She walks slowly, head down, understanding her call
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