Diary Entry 94

As  I sit,

waiting

at the foot of your bed,

memories now knock

on a weary head.

 

As your limbs

twitch

and your eyes flicker,

I can’t help but

think our minds

in joyful tune

might sing

in whispers.

 

For a dance

reminisces

among these walls

and laughter relieves

bound sickly halls.

 

We now play,

chuckling

yet quiet we must be

for I know

those angels

do sigh for we.

 

Not sighs of

worry, pain, regret,

but with the joy

they know unto

heaven will be set.

 

One day, I know

waiting

for me –

will be the face

I will have longed

to once again see.

 

The angels

amusing

for rejoice must we all;

reunited we’ll one day be,

dancing eternally

among heaven’s halls.

 

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