by James B. Nicola
I have what I remember of youand more:
which I did not ask for but got,
and need only to merit, every day;
which gave robustness to my unremembered years;
your resilient, indomitable help and persistent, infectious cheer
as, even daft, you managed to get those at the Home far dafter than you
to eat something, withstanding the shrill attacks from the cantankerous;the grand swelling of joy toward your last;the love, and the ability to love,or, in my case, an intractable capacity for it;
of which you never spoke but demonstrated from the first,
and even more evidently toward the last,
which I've been needing lately more and more.
For this is the lesson you taught only in demonstration:
That kindness during strife is nothing
without bravery to see it through.