-By Linda Sheridan
You sit so close now,
Practically head to head with me
I’m in awe of you
Your beauty, your spirit, your wit.
These days are going so fast.
I want to make lists, make plans
And yet just sit here, with you,
To smell your baby-like breath
And remain frozen in time.
How I dreamed of this moment years ago,
Now dreaming of you-years ago.
Can’t decide which is better,
Because they’re both sacred times to me.
I love how you gulp my coffee
And think the songs ‘Cars’ is cool.
I love how you breeze across the court and shoot baskets
And your gut-wrenching belly laughs are infectious.
Dear heart, I love you so.
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6 comments:
That is so sweet. Now I'm all teary.
I'm sorry! I don't want you to be weepy! I was weepy when i wrote it, but waited a few days later to post it.
Yeah, really beautiful.
It's a good weepy. :-)
BTW, love the new title for the poem.
Thank you so much, guys! I am so anxious about the coming years with her, it will help me to write about it.
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