Friday night.
It's Friday night again, still she smiles.
She knows that this is forever,
these Friday nights.
Friday night movies, pizza,out with friends.
Not her, Friday night Netflix, still smiles,
often find her laughing
Friday nights out with your love
holding hands, a kiss good night.
At home she holds her teddy bear,
smiling, being strong.
For her, Friday night is medication
delivered by needles and tubes.
Still smiling and laughing
until sleep takes over.
I sit beside her talking,
through the hours, sometimes pain.
it's Friday night for my dear sister
the one who has courage to smile.
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