If I held
Her tighter
Could I keep
Her longer?
If I wrapped
My gorilla arms
Around her tiny frame
Could I hold her right here?
Where she is?
When I was
A tiny sick baby
My dear mother
Would press me to her
Bosom for nourishment
Then hold me
In her rocking chair
Through the night
So I could sleep
And stay alive
Another day.
She was twenty
Young years.
She went away
Twenty five years ago
I still miss her
Every day.......
If I held my
Sweetheart as
Tight as I can, could
I keep her alive
Longer
Longer?
Gratitude #83 - Sweet Biddies!
11 years ago
4 comments:
beautiful, i didn't know you were such a good poet! continue on.
this one is publishable.
Dea is my precious 3d daughter. Thank you darling.
Excellent! My father could have easily written this. He would have liked you, Dave.
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