There is a moment here that is precious and rare

Like the snowflake and the dew drop, there is this moment

Amidst the sweet scent of the peonies,

And the photos of happy times and togetherness

We sit here, with our frailties of body, mind and character.

And like the peonies, we smile, give of our hearts freely to each other

Speak of our dreams, our loves and losses

Of our knowing, our learnings and of our not knowings too

Outside the winter sun shines brightly

Blessing our laughter and tears both

Blessing this togetherness

This moment and these moments my friend are precious and rare

They are springfields, fields of daffodils.

(Written with and for my patient at the end of life).