Ma...
you sit contented,
sleeping on and off,
creeping gradually
each day into evening,
reading now and then,
waiting patiently
for the next minute,
next hour, next memory,
dreaming of your past
and how long
time lasts,
on a tired, summers day...
an open book
staring up at you
from the table
as another chapter
follows on in harmonious sleep
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Beautiful stuff, as you say this was harmonious, although a little bittersweet, I don't know why but that second and third stanzas are really sad. Thank you for painting this scene its very touching
Thanks for your lovely comment, Kevin.