Knowing that you are going away
seeking a purpose… no longer a child
dependent on me… you have matured
I now stand alone remembering
a little girl who shared her happiness
and contagious laughter
A certain sadness drapes around
my shoulders…clinging without
an invitation… instilling a shiver
The silver cross I am wearing near to
my heart suddenly becomes detached...
the chain breaks for no reason
I instinctively grasp responsibly and
hold the cross firmly in my hand
Never allowing it to fall to the ground
I feel insecure without its closeness
as I searched for another chain...
I am compelled to regain completeness
Once again I wear the cross for comfort
Touching it to confirm your nearness
I am feeling consoled and reassured
8/24/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem