She was dreaming
And all that time he was there
Waiting to sit down
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
Us
She held my ageing face
In her rough strong hands
Hands that had held
many rough strong hearts
and looking straight into me
said “you are one of us”
I couldn’t hold her gaze
My habit was to squirm
How could she love me
that much?
But she did.
Simply
I’ve given as much as I can
With what I have
With what I know
Perhaps one day
It’ll be different
But here for now
In this moment
With what I know
With what I have
I’ve given as much as I can
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