It's my turn too stay with you,
I watch you, as you sleep.
The clock ticks timely, its tattoo;
from time to time, I weep.
In predawn light, the memories
assail; both friend and foe,
reminding, there is no reprise,
it is your time to go.
You look so small, so helpless now
but fear not; you're not alone.
I'll wait with you - you have my vow -
until your wings have fully grown.
Comments
jennifer | February 11, 2010 - 21:42
'until your wings have fully grown.'
what a wonderful euphemism/metaphor...really beautiful imagery,
J x
shoe | February 12, 2010 - 13:03
Very tender and touching,
Shirley xx
Beeme | February 12, 2010 - 16:30
Beautiful and very moving,
'you're not alone.
I'll wait with you -
you have my vow -'
Beeme XXX
Nathan Bednarek | February 13, 2010 - 00:38
Yet another beautiful poem with overwhelming emotion. Heartbreaking.
Nathan.
threeleafshamrock | February 14, 2010 - 12:31
...again, many thanks for taking the time; it is so appreciated, believe me.
Chris