How hot it was, remember?
That night we couldn't sleep.
I opened the window
And the sound of leaves
Rustled by wind
Came rushing through.
So cool it felt,
So glorious!
I got you both from
Your tiny beds,
And, you being the oldest,
I laid you down first,
and, then,you, being the youngest,
I kept in the middle,
I, at the end,
so you wouldn't slip away.
crossways, we were
on the bed,
the cooling breeze washing over us,
Again, and again, as the curtain blew in,
And the breeze lulled you to sleep.
I watched the stars,
I watched you, and I watched you,
so happy to see you breathe.
such contentment,
Such absolute peace!
A precious time, I hold
Forever, a memory, so sweet, so pure,
To relive that night
with you, and you, safe and sound,
close, so very, very close,
This is must be heaven, I think.
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2 comments:
Melancholy... lovely.
dorn~
yes, it is melancholy, but it is and always will be a most precious memory for me.
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