holding my hand as we sit on the train
her head nestled close on my shoulder
squeezing my thumb as she did, once again
like a child, whenever I held her
the precious bond between mother and child
remains, no matter the distance
remembering those moments still evokes a smile
held in those moments of pure reminiscence
watching and sharing as they fulfill their dreams
brings a joy that nobody discloses
spirits are filling and busting the seams
blooming as bold as a vine of red roses
switching the roles as our ages progress
brings a change that assures tomorrow
swelling with pride, deep inside of my chest
knowing too well that our time here is borrowed
I cling to those memories, as I sit in today
knowing tomorrow is not promised yet
each one is a treasure just a daydream away
and I'm thankful when they make their way back
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (3)
So beautiful, I really loved how you ended "I'm thankful......" as well.
This is so beautiful and heartwarming. The picture brings the poem to life. Thank you for sharing this.
I love this so much. In my heart, I know when my time approaches, my sons will be right beside me.