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Like the Eagle SoarsNew poetry from Howard Wand...
He took her fragile hand in his
And pressed it softly to his cheek.
They said she would not make it
Cause her body was too weak.
She squeezed his hand so gently
To let him know she was still there.
Then suddenly her body arched
As her lungs expelled their air
Her eyes bulged and opened wide
Like headlights on a lonely road.
She moaned as her body shook
Like it could not take the load.
He whispered that he loved her
Kissed her lips so she would know.
That their love was strong enough
And will never let her go.
“Lord don’t take me yet,” she cried.
“There is much more that I must give”
In that moment time stood still
And he prayed she chose to live
Her battle raged for many days
It was especially bad at night.
But a voice down deep inside
Told him she could win this fight.
On day five she did break free
It was their love that turned the tide.
She felt his love beside her
Cause he never left her side.
They say that love is fickle
And sometimes love can be so blind.
When love is chosen over death
That is love we all should find.
Love is like the eagle soars.
Flying high in the bright blue sky.
Look up and count your blessings
As the eagle passes by.
Copyright – Howard Wand
Rogue River, OR