Restless eyes give way to the morning sun
I rise to make the morning brew
Quietly I sit on the edge till it is done
Watching your chest rise and fall, just watching you
My heart overflowing with love
A soft rumble is heard
I am reminded of a distant train
A small laugh I hold inside, I say not a word
And a smile I gain
I kneel beside the bed and whisper
Thank you Father
For my life, for his nightly purr
For the morning sun
And for giving me a someone to love
A stronger rumble than before
I laugh a little deeper inside
And thank you for all his imperfections, all of them to the core
For there is no place I would rather be… than here by his side
This is just beautiful Patricia, your such a wonderful writer, looks like your man is a lucky guy...10
There is nothing more beautiful than watching the chest of a beloved rise and fall; be it a partner, a child or an animal. That thought as expressed by you got me, in particular. I wish I had written this. Inspired, P. t x
And this being said can only show the true meaning of love and exceptance of another......well penned my good friend...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
whew! wow and wow..what can i say, Pat.you're such a darling and sooo sweet..very romantic..can i call you Mrs. Romantic? hugs, Meggie