My turn comes,
gimmey talk–painful
goodbyes, dreams found
and lost, love,
and hate, death,
struggle, laughter, tears.
Talk, real talk.
My turn comes,
gimmey touch–hand
to hand to cheek
lips, hair, arms
embracing,
kissing, feeling, being.
Touch, real touch.
My turn comes
gimmey life–memory
told and retold,
tears without end,
life, real life.
Jewniquely Myself 
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Oh this soundssad Joan
I wrote this just after my dear moth-in-law died some years ago as a response to her very private approach to dying
Joan, I just came back to read this again. It is so poignant. Wondering if you are O.K. As not seen you for a while. Much love to you.
Oh, you are sweet, thank you. I was actually wondering the same about you. Sending you love and blessings!
I have been around lol. Just had to have our old dog put to sleep yesterday. Such a wrench