Your stuffed bulldog tinkles, his green and <br />red bow repeats colours of your flowers – <br />a high-fashion magazine in hand; you are <br />already eating, we may bring sweet treats <br />you said immediately, condensed milk and <br />cookies, then fell asleep <br /> <br />Overjoyed I report finishing my document <br />before coming to see you, the pastor there <br />too, prayed for your health, reaffirmed our <br />faith –we cannot do anything now except <br />wait and pray you regain your strength, I <br />pasted stickers of fishes on your glory box <br /> <br />You asked me whether Nico was fine and <br />I truthfully replied he was sleeping, which <br />he is, with the angels; do not worry about <br />anything, just smile at me again…<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2011-05-05-smile-at-me-again/
