My friend was dying <br />Of congestive heart failure <br />But she was still alert <br />And a volunteer <br />Came in to paint her nails. <br />And when I visited her <br />She went on and on <br />About her nails, <br />And how nice the young girl was <br />Who painted them. <br />And I never looked <br />On that last day <br />If her nails were painted, <br />Couldn’t really see them <br />Through my tears, <br />But if they were painted <br />I am sure it made her happy.<br /><br />Connie Webb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pretty-nails/
