We sometimes stumble over fears
of one day losing you.
This Crohn's monster is known to make us blue.
I see your tears flow softly
from the corner of your eye.
I know the fight inside you makes you sigh.
Are you dying my love?
Are you slowly fading away?
Will you lose your fight one day?
We shake them off one by one,
thoughts and fears that paralyze,
then we wipe the tears from our eyes.
I hold you and I sooth you.
I shower you with comfort and love.
I lift my prayers to him up above.
And we give thanks for all of this.
Every gifted moment means so much.
And we savor each and every touch.
And, we will dream and we'll believe.
We'll hold hands until were ninety-two.
And we'll hug away the moments that we're blue.
Because . . .
It's what we do . . .
They call me Alaurilee
- Serving Hugs on a Platter and Tears in a Teacup
- I've been writing poetry from the age of 12. It has, and always will be my outlet, my voice. Join me on my journey . . . I can write about almost anything. :) ~ Life doesn't come with a shiny new book; no users manual of answers to find with one look. Life comes with doors that open and shut; and paths laid before us to be followed or passed up. There's things we can learn and things we may teach; hearts that may find us and souls we may reach. Guaranteed on this journey are teacups of tears; and pains that might hurt us may age us by years. But the beauty of life, love, laughter and giving; come from serving hugs on a platter each and every day we're living. ~
