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i wrote this poem to an aged friend who was getting ready to die.she was consciously preparing by reviewing her life in her mind. i wanted her to know that i thought her life had been a successful venture.

My sweet, quiet, sensitive little sister fights breast cancer this year.  I think of her daily, but because she has always been a very private person and chose not to tell me, I have let her have her space and grieved in solitude.  I love her with a protective fierce love of a big sister, and I cannot fight this battle for her.  BUT I KNOW SOMEONE WHO CAN!!  This poem is for her and she doesn't even know that it's here, but God does.  And God is the helper of him who hath no help.  I love you, Celon.

The symbolism and power of hands.

There is much to share about this man. See his halls you'll understand.
Melvin Lee, a true friend.

Tim,
I felt I needed to do this. Your halls has so much life and I couldn't cover them all, one at a time, So I wandered nd scratched the surface. I hope you approve.  10/27/01