A Cage To Hold My Dreams
Too Soon
if she were to die thirty years
from now instead of here, today,
in this room with the curtains
drawn, slipping away from
everything she cares about,
giving a final, loving, thankful look
at her babies who are babies
no more but grown-ups weeping
silently....if she were to die
a white-haired old lady, trading
in her pain, and her discomforts
for eternal sleep....
could I accept it ?
no....
no....
no....
no....
that would still be too soon
there will never be a right time
for she and I to say goodbye..
