A friend of mine died last May.
She knew she was dying and every breath
she forced from her battered lungs
only brought her closer to the end.
She was always there for her friends
And always willing to talk
And make your tears go away
By replacing the pain in your heart
With some of her joy.
In the end, I think it was her courage to share
That brought her end more quickly.
But being her, she could do no less.
Five feet tall, 86 pounds of wasted body.
I wonder if I would have the courage
To pour myself out so freely.
I wonder if I would hoard my breath
Or use it to laugh and make others laugh.
I wonder if I would ever have such courage.
I wonder if I would have so much love.