Trailing your perfect features with the tip of my finger
Your cold scalped face
Your nose
Your closed eyes
You're beautiful even in your death
I smile and imagine the happy times we had
Weren't they great?
A hand on my shoulder brings me back
Back to reality where I belong
And now I frown
Frown because I know the memories will never happen again
I turn and nod to the crowd
Letting them know I'm finished
I don't want to have to see my dead loved one anymore
For the first time since the news
Tears stream down my face
And I sob uncaring who is around
Not even thinking about how some may view me
I just sit and cry and cry
Trailing my fingers along my baby's perfect warm face
He has your face
Your lips
Your nose
Your closed eyes
He's beautiful and perfect in his sleep
I smile and imagine of the times I will have with him
And how I will inform him of how his daddy
Was a great man
A war hero of his own
-Teresa Louise 2009
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Escape To Space
PoetryThis is a "poetry book". Instead of putting my poems as their own separate post. They will all be put here.
