Looking down at her tired face one more time
Memories came flooding through his tired, aching mind.
How completely naïve and innocent she looked
That first time he ever saw her, on that long porch.
The complete trust in her “so innocent eyes,” so wide apart.
How often she clung to him for strength and comfort.
The luckiest days of his life, she had been by his side
All these years…wife, mother, lover, nurse.
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