Poetry still Escapes Me.


Before the sun rises, the light shone in her room.

Gentle sounds of breathing caress my ears.

Tiny hands and feet sticking out from beneath the blanket.

Waiting a lifetime for this moment, not wanting it to end.

Just a few more minutes Daddy.

Mesmerized into a frozen figure, letting the moment engulf me.

Eyes not wanting to blink, not wanting to miss a second.

Her image is still burned in my mind.

The dreams and hopes still burn bright,

They light every corner of darkness, keep me warm.

Her candle carried every moment.

Keeping me company when the room is empty.

Even when my eyes close, there is still light.



2 thoughts on “Poetry still Escapes Me.

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