Visited a good friend in the hospital earlier today,
she so wants to hang around, she really wants to stay.

Seems she has gotten a nasty bug,
from beneath her it's yanked the rug.

She asked me why, why me? I've always been such a good girl,
my misdoings around on one finger I could twirl.

When I left her room and stepped outside with the sun on my face,
I realized how lucky I am to be in my own place.

Troubles I may have but no where near her strife,
I am aggrivated by little things while she is losing her life.

As hard as it may be on my soul to watch her slip away,
I will get up early and go to visit her every single day.

I'll take flowers, an afghan, books and even some sweets.
no use worrying about her figure, she can enjoy all the treats.

I will miss my friend when she heads upstairs to her maker,
the strangest part is that her brother is the local undertaker.

If you have a minute and a open spot in your day,
when you're speaking to God remember Saundra and please pray.