Minute by minute,
pass by,
and I sit and wonder,
if you’re still clinging to life,
or if you’ve let go.
Minutes turn to hours,
still no word,
on your condition.
I hope and pray,
that you’re doing ok,
and that you’re still,
clinging to life.
Don’t give up on me.
This is a battle,
I know you can win.
Cling to life,
don’t let go.
Just hold on,
it will all be ok,
in the end.
~*~ Jill ~*~
Jill,
You've done it again!You've stolen all of my attention in more ways than one. And I think thats why I like this poem so much.I'm in tears again ...
love ya