By Belinda Cella
United hands we clasp to cope,
So much to grasp, so great the hope.
Each ill with M.E., both husband and wife,
In sickness and health, vows for life.
Shoulder to shoulder, weary eyes watch “UNREST”,
Hot, pain-filled tears flow, this life is a test.
We watched as our lives played out on the screen,
Remedies failed, along with each dream.
How does one cope, with no work and no play…
United in hope, we must find a way.
Heavy hearts entwined, combined in hope,
Hands clasped together. We Grasp. We Cope.