  HE said goodbye, you hobbled out, The Doctor shut the door. From your face I knew he’d told you Things we had guessed before. I saw you slightly tremble But I reached you ere you fell. Your fixÈd face said many things More than you cared to tell. One does not receive death warrants As one would a courtesy. After awhile your head went up And you talked it all out with me. Brave little woman I knew you Knew you were never afraid. Not for yourself, You forbid me— To speak and my questions you staid. All I could give was silence. Your pride forbade me much. Tho’ I longed to bear your burden Even to be your crutch. |
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