A Small Death (Like Absence) Poem by Long Tooth

I die just a little when you are not here,
Quite silly, in fact, I can feel that you're near,
As sure as I can be, (where you lay is cold) ,
Reminders surround me that we're growing old.

Sleep's not like it once was, not that long ago,
Extremities ache some, head's garland is snow,
Our appetite's smaller, at times need a nap,
Oh, God bless the days when my head finds your lap!

If bloom's off the rose, I've found poetry now,
And I swear my heart blossoms, each time you say, "Wow! "
I am blessed to have touched you like no man before,
And I even find peace in your cute little snore!

One day all love leaves love, for some no goodbye,
Disaster can happen, but each dawn I'll try
To serve though I flicker, a light that God sees,
Bring light Lord, to absence; I'm down on my knees.


Long Tooth
March 9,2018