It’s a dark gray morning,
The chilling breeze lets the rain inside my bedroom window
The plants are weathering away
Still reaching out for a last breath as it feels the cool water.
I hear the warning sounds of a church bell ring clearly
As it serenades to the pain of the newly mourners
The morning awakens with a heaviness of sadness
Oh, will I ever feel the warmth of the sun again.
I stare into the dark corners of my bedroom
Images and shadows that are trap from yesterday.
They linger for ever and wait as they smile and hide.
I try calling again and again and texting you messages
How much I will miss you. I am so sorry sweetheart…
I wish, I was there to hold your hand and whisper its ok.
My chest caves in but I wait and wait for an answer
That I now know will never come.
The morning continue to pour out its grief
All I can think of is, how I wish I was there
Holding your hand near my heart for the last time.
Trying to comfort you in my arms as I watch over you
Allowing you to close your eyes
Knowing that they will never open again.
Oh, will I ever feel the warmth of the sun on my face again.
My expectations of seeing you in this life time are now gone.
I trust in seeing you, waiting to greet me in our next life
You smiling down at me, as I finally get to hold your hands
And feel the warmth of the sun once again
As I smile back with you.
Written by Aileen Figueroa, Singlestar 11/1/2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem