When you ask

When you ask about him
leave your fears at the door

Your questions open each window
Watch the sunlight stream in

I see his infectious grin
the soft hand inside mine

Come, sit, let me tell you
these times are too rare
When you ask about him
you grant me permission

And I need this sunshine
like daily bread

I can warm these rooms
with the life-giving memories

When you ask about him
you bring the flowers that never die.

by Alice J. Wisler
In memory of Daniel (Aug. 25, 1992--Feb. 2, 1997)

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Joan Fleitas, Ed.D., R.N..
Associate Professor of Nursing, Lehman College, CUNY
Bronx, New York 104680

Last updated: November 14, 2004