to dance with white cloud©
It will be a year tomorrow
when i started on MY journey of sorrow,
i'm no further ahead than i was before
can't get past him laying alongside the road....
after greeting me seeming fine inside the door.
When i look past those last couple minutes
i see myself here with him where he sits,
but it's just a memory that hurts so much
cause a memory i can't physically touch.
I'll never accept what happened that day
i still think it's just a nightmare that'll go away,
watching and listening at the door for him
to continue OUR journey on earth shared in heaven.
Why didn't they bring him back to me
why'd they end on earth our life most heavenly,
why didn't i get the chance
to nurse him back to health so we could dance?
He held me close like a big fluffy white cloud
making me feel so safe and proud,
in his arms i couldn't help but float
on each other our hearts would dote.
Without him physically here i've lost my usefulness
but he should have woke up w/my tickle and kiss,
he felt them i know he did
but he should be here excited like....
Christmas Morning as a kid.
I'm waiting here Dear to give you your tickle
please please come back My Special Angel,
my fingers are numb from waiting it's so wrong
but they'll wake up when on you where they belong!
Copyright© 2012
a year in the existence of many an endless tear....
Sally
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