Category: Poetry
Theme: The fear of losing your parents as the time passes.
Your wrinkles spread where once was smooth in youth’s first bloom,
As mercies of time seem to mock us awhile.
Each passing day takes you further from youth,
A stark bitter pill I’ve come to taste the truth.
Your hands that once lifted me now shake so,
The spring in your step turning soft and slow.
Wisdom crowns your brows that held me so near,
This bitter reversal instills childish fear.
For you are my harbor when storms may arise,
Your love is my lighthouse that none can disguise.
The thought of a dawn breaking cold and alone,
Chills me to the bone and turns heart to stone.
Please don't fade beyond what my eyes can pursue,
Your absence cuts deeper than any blade I ever knew.
This child still needs your embrace to feel whole,
Don’t leave me adrift on a shore of the soul.
So fight time's dark reaper that comes for us all,
Cling fast to this life and its beautiful call.
For I treasure each moment, each heartbeat that's yours,
Memories of laughter, of tears that still pour.
Your love is mortality’s solace and balm—
With you is where shelter and refuge lie calm.
IMAGE SOURCE:
Mumuscape. (2018, May 17). The Sick Mother. https://www.mumuscape.com/gallery
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