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Winward Lee
Thank-you kindly for your love,
Being what we are really all made of,
But sometimes like a falling star,
We forget at times what we actually are.
The courage of your treks and path,
Has guided me like 'steady staff,
Across the plains and boggy marsh.
To once again attempt my art.
Yet lo' is little in compare,
To memories of you when you were there,
Next to my bed at hospital,
Where you had stopped me from my fall.
And to the ones I 'still not know,
My thanks to them I give also,
But in truth and retrospect,
I think of you but keep unsaid.
©R.H.Elliott 2003
