I never saw how small you were,
How birdlike was your frame,
I never saw those tiny hands,
How frail you became.
I never saw the sinking cheeks,
The papering of your skin,
I only saw the powerhouse,
The strength that burned within.
Yet now I sit beside your bed,
And watch you drift away,
I marvel at the life you’ve led,
And silently bid you stay.
It hurts to rise and leave your side,
To kiss you in farewell,
But in my heart your echo sounds,
Forever there to dwell.