Today, we will walk.
Hand in Hand,
Side by side.
Not carring what tomorrow brings.
As tomorrow isn't today.
Today, I come to you.
And take your gentle, loving hand,
Holding it so very close to me,
As I may never hold it again.
Today, we are each other.
Tomorrow we might not,
But that won't stop me.
No, just because I can't see you doesn't mean I won't think of you.
Today, once this snow stops falling,
I'll see you.
Only when I can.
But I miss you,
Looking at these pictures doesn't help.
How long should I wait to see you?
Today.
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This was written for my Great Grandmother. I hope to one day give it to her since I rarely ever see her. I miss going to her house since now she is in a nursing home.
I miss her dearly and I know how much she loves poetry.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoetryJust a place for an aspiring Poet to place the thoughts that pop into her lonesome mind. Don't worry, I'll do my best to not make you cry.
