She was like a breath of fresh air

Outspoken and straight as a die,

Her honesty was almost painful

Often it would make you cry

 

No hint of vagueness or deceit

Double meanings gone for good

Weasel words shown the door

With her I knew where I stood

 

Prevarications were not for her

She would let on the reason why

She never beat about the bush

She came true from a clear sky

 

Then I got sick and, in her care

Her words and manner changed

Doubletalk slid ill from her lips,

We became almost estranged

 

She quibbled or spoke in riddles,

Evasions rendered me infuriated

At the loss of that honest regime

In which we had once luxuriated

 

The hospice heard her explaining

A prognosis hidden by devotion,

Trying to keep from me the truth

She'd kept in check her emotion

 

Forgiveness comes easier now

We'll be saying farewell tonight,

No time left for loving protection

Just love, plain and forthright

 

Prevarications were not for her

She would let on the reason why

She never beat about the bush

She came true from a clear sky