Take Care Samantha

I remember,

The catatonic woman on the third floor,

Of the hospital where my father worked,

And the man who slept next to her,

In the chair he dragged across the room,

With his head in her lap,

He spoke to me about her smile,

And I could imagine it so well,

Oh how his hands would shake,

And he would whisper in her ear,

Something he would never tell me,

It was between them he said,

Something he had promised to do,

I visit him when I come home sometimes,

He is now in his own bed beside hers,

Lung cancer is one tough customer,

So my father says,

But it is still in his eyes,

Whatever he still whispers to her,

And I know,

There are some people who do right in this world.