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Just wanted to let you know that I thotoughly enjoyed your poem, particularly the last two lines. Happy holidays, -----Original Message----- From: Sackvill <[log in to unmask]> To: Multiple recipients of list PARKINSN <[log in to unmask]> Date: Friday, December 26, 1997 7:49 PM Subject: Re: A gift >Funny, Camilla, I was wondering this morning how your Christmas went this >year. ESP!! Glad it went better. Your poem was very moving!! I wrote one >over the last month also, which I decided to share also. HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO >ALL!! LIZ S/ > >DIAGNOSIS: PARKINSONS > >I felt like >I'd been slammed into >a wall of >large black-tar bricks. >They filled the air >everywhere, >smothering >my breath, my being. >I was filled with horror >at the thought >of disappearing, >could not conceive >I won't be anywhere. > >You hold me. >I hold you. >Peace >is seeping through me, >like peeking >at the last page of a mystery. >The things I now know I'll never do, >like going to Machu Picchu, >seem not to bother me. >Right now, >I need to >buy apples, >make Christmas pies, >set the table. > >We cut branches >of gleaming, prickly holly, >with its small round red berries, >like drops of blood, >from the tree in the courtyard >for our Christmas table >on this, >the fourth day of winter. >We hold each other. >Your smile >is my present >for eternity. > >