The Fruits Of Our Dating
The fruits of our dating
In that room of waiting
In that room of life and death
The bed was bloody red
Where she had bloody bled
And this was where we first metFighting contractions
And wired inaction
She fought till tired and worn
In that lonely room
In our own cocoon
From bleeding flesh they were tornIn the silent peace
Of the aftermath release
She was too exhausted to respond
My child explored
While I adored
And we formed an unbreakable bondI tried to be strong
As I went along
But was guilty of many thoughtless sins
But I hope my love is the base
That gives them the grace
To be happy in their own skinsEconomically they strive
But as people they thrive
And I am proud of their success
They are my lifelong joy
And the love I employ
Is a constant in my happiness
This particular prose brought few tears to my eyes. Nostalgic feelings hold me reign. Thanks for sharing this .
WanderLass
December 2, 2012 at 1:17 am
Thank you so much for your words. I am delighted that they means something to you.
thus.i.wrote
December 2, 2012 at 5:12 pm