Her smile haunts my dreams.<\/p>\n
When told to stay, she came;<\/p>\n
when told to stop,<\/p>\n
she would turn toward you,<\/p>\n
and let you know, that yes;<\/p>\n
she\u00a0will save you.<\/p>\n
She never cried,<\/p>\n
knew when to stand her ground,<\/p>\n
and knew when to move<\/p>\n
to another place,<\/p>\n
nearer to me.<\/p>\n
There was never a one<\/p>\n
whose bravery was shown<\/p>\n
in a more concise and miraculous way.<\/p>\n
She was proud,<\/p>\n
yet humble.<\/p>\n
Quiet, but could startle me<\/p>\n
with the depth of her voice.<\/p>\n
She never cried,<\/p>\n
even when the cancer<\/p>\n
was everywhere.<\/p>\n
I thought she had<\/p>\n
a sprained ankle,<\/p>\n
but the vet, fresh out of school,<\/p>\n
came in with tears,<\/p>\n
holding the thin film<\/p>\n
in her hand.<\/p>\n
Her lungs were filled<\/p>\n
with a vileness brought on<\/p>\n
by years with smokers,<\/p>\n
hacks, and bums.<\/p>\n
I don’t believe in “rainbow bridges”<\/p>\n
and the term irritates me.<\/p>\n
Mango was love.<\/p>\n
She was pure, sweet,<\/p>\n
love.<\/p>\n
What a gift.<\/p>\n
What a priceless,<\/p>\n
tender, gift.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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