Step to the cemetery to greet you.
Only now I realize that you were an early sign of my new awareness.
Lying in bed next to me spoke to me, I spoke to spoke to me.
I do not tire of it, but maybe the truth you were saying.
you remember when a doctor has visited and spoke to you while screaming, thinking that all people of working age are forced to be deaf.
remember your composure when, after several minutes of words to voice unbearably high, did you say candidly that you were deaf and could not stop screaming.
There, only then, she understood that it was talking to a corpse, not yet. Only there she became aware of how it was standardized, uniform, not diverse, low participation and open to see who was in front, to the pain of others.
What a lesson you taught me!
You have dusted off the material that I was leaving in my life: respect for oneself and others, love, openness, modesty.
But then I could only hear you more superficially.
You did not ask for anything, you were talking to both.
worry anymore about me than you.
Mine was only a trivial illness, was suffering and your death.
I kissed you when you are playing and you've moved.
I realized that you were in your life was hard on yourself. This saw the me.
I knew I had tried to take full advantage of your experiences. And that I did not see me.
I realized that I had accepted. And that I did not see you.
Thanks.
Annelore I love you.
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