Giving. Poem by Miki Byrne

Giving.



Giving.

When nightmare's assassins creep
through the windows
of your mind. I shall hold you.

As your tears fall,
sparked by sorrows,
my arms will enfold you.

When time dulls the blush of youth,
your rosy cheeks fall hollow.
I shall not be swayed.

When illness takes you down
and you shiver in our bed.
I will not be afraid.

When storms rage and our sky
is filled with shadows.
I shall bring you light.

When events
leave you beleaguered,
I will take up arms and fight.

In our old age
will shall move on together.
Till armchair scenarios fill our lives

Hope that our old grey heads
have together become
more loving, more wise.

Sunday, January 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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