I hung your card.
Upon my wall
Above my bedside
Table, ,
So when alone
And feeling dread
As I grow more disabled;
I am sustained
By your good thoughts
Your joy in what I write.
One Marquee is enough
For me,
To show my path
Is bright;
David McLansky
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-ever-faithful-elaine/
