She calls you mummy now
Sweet breath
Wrinkled fingertips
You cradle her
While gently
Pouring warm milk
Between her
Eager lips
You're left to carry her
Into fitful sleep
Before you fall
To your knees
In prayer
For more time
Despite lamenting
Her quality
Of life
You ache
For her past
Lively tricks
Knowing grin
You tell yourself
It's natural
This is just
The way of things
If only
It could hurt
Just a little bit
Less
YOU ARE READING
Welcome to the Sky
PoetryAnother collection of random poems I've recorded as they came to me. Please vote and comment on the entries that resonated with you. I'd love to hear your thoughts :)
