REMINISCENT

I’m frigid cold

 in a bed of snow

Sheets

Alone.

Awake to glimpse

 there’s morning light

Immerse my face into a pillow

Of ease.

My childs tiny body slips in

From the cold.

Wraps her body

 around mine

In sleep.

For this we are never too old.

Her hair lays upon my shoulder

And the

Sweetest breath touches my neck

Reminding me

How she came to be

A fragile gift

My heart would need.

I can only hope I will feel this breath

Again.

Throughout my years

And tormented life

It will be my faith

And grace.

My comforting rhythm

Until mine ceases

And I die.

 
-- Diva