Fire in Life

Vibrant, happy, true to heart
is what you were.  But lying
helpless, your eyes told of
your pain.  Unable to move,
but worse yet, speak, as you
love to do.  That vibrant,
friendly atmosphere having
been sucked out of you.
To see you helpless was
hard on all, but you
didn't quit, as we knew
you wouldn't, because
you could never do it
to us.  But gradually your
spunk returned.  The zest
for life was back.  The
zest for a shandy also
came back, because the
old Alfa is coming back.
One day soon we will
have a sherbet together,
and talk about our travels.


written by Chich, Chicago's Australian Poet Laureate


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