by Ray Prillwitz
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by Ray Prillwitz
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To the left is a photograph
of Ray and his lovely wife, Lucy.
Ray is the Father of a COPD sufferer, Sharon Adkins, and wrote this poem as a tribute to her. Sharon is very active in COPD support activities. Ray is a retired insurance agent and minister who writes poetry in his spare time. This work is used with his permission. More of his poetry may be found on the Adkins family pages located at: |
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That takes away our breath, Our strong hearts falter then, with fear, That this will end with death. - How precious is that breath of life That keeps our strong hearts going; So we must do the best we can, To keep that life-line flowing. - We struggle hard to get our breath, Inhalers give relief; And nebulizers give us help, To cause our lungs to breathe. - And sometimes oxygen is used; We need to take it pure. These all just treat the symptoms. But we know there is no cure. - And as we struggle, in our pain, It rests our hearts to know; That there are others near, who care, As heartfelt love they show. - They give their love unselfishly As friends in need, to be. We value much their fervent prayers, That bring sweet serenity. - Lord, help us savor every day, The breath of life you give, And the love of friends around us, As long as we shall live. July 1998 |
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