Hop
Skip and
A jump. Dear
Brynna, limping
You
Hobble
Past my
Field of view
Once you
Were
Lithe
And graceful
Poetry in motion
True poise
Personified
Old girl
Maturity and frailty
Come to
Most
Old
Bodies host
The aches and
Pains age
Creates
We
Must measure
Each step now
More prudently
Crones
Are we
Who each
Brought the other
So much
Loyalty
All
I can
Do for your
Final hours
Is
To spare
You further pain
As malignancy
Devours
Your
Bones, it
Is I who
must decide.
To
Help
You on
Your way to
The other
Side
Where
Pain will
Be forgotten, there
To abide
And
Wait
For me
Patiently, for I�ll
One day
Surely
........................................Arrive