William McGehee

Beside Her In The Morning - Poem by William McGehee

I run my hand along her spine
Feeling close each curve and line
Then hold her near, pressed to me tight
And whisper to her that she’s mine.

We two caress all through the night
Till when our eyes, tired from sight
Resist but in the end do close
And wake to find the morning light.

She’s stretched beside me in a pose
Outlined by sunlight’s softest glow
Still locked within the realm of sleep
Still dreaming deep in her repose.

May God within His mercy keep
Her soul reposed without a peep:
She lies at rest still dreaming deep:
She lies at rest still dreaming deep.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 7, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 8, 2011

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