It's been while since I posted something...well except for my attempt at humor in the Silly, Random, and Fun category. I've been gnawing on this one for a while.
6:30 a.m.
In the mornings
when I didn’t wake naturally
he would stroke my cheeks
with the backs of his fingers
saying, “It’s 6:30 baby doll,
are you going to work today?”
The very last time he woke me,
his hands remained at his sides.
Instead, he rained tiny kisses
on my face. How many?
Twenty or thirty I think,
maybe more. I can’t recall.
I never knew the significance
of that last time. He must have
known I would never sleep in
again while he existed, that he
would soon be zipped in a bag,
taken away on a gurney.
I set the alarm on my phone now.
Monday through Friday it
sings “good morning” to me
as though it’s an adequate substitute.
When I wake, the skin on my face
seems to reach for his fingers, his lips.
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So sorry for your loss...Words of beauty, soaked in emotion and love
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