Close To My Heart Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

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