You hold me high
Whispering quietly in my ears
How could I forget how much
I needed you
Covered and uncovered
Yet I feel so safe
Softly rocking me
Like a child to sleep
I look upwards and the sky beams
Warm fingers reach to caress my face
I hear my heart beat
It becomes a slow drumming
Arms reach for balance
Moving gently by my side
Toes lazy paddle
No effort required
I can be whoever I need to be
Out here
Or no one at all
I drift a little further
The sea beckons with her stories
Can I stay a little longer?
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Lisa Gledhill
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Dad
I sit next to the bed and hold his hand. The clock cheerily keeping count of the minutes for me. I wonder how many people before me have held hands with their loved ones in this very room? It’s cold and clinical and as much as this space is supposed to feel like a home, it is just make-believe. I wish I could go back in time and be that fairy princess who rode dragons bareback to save the world. Were the people before me as scared as I am? Did their minds scream to run as far as they could? To the past or future, it doesn’t really matter. Anywhere but here. But I am here. Stuck in a moment that will forever live in my heart.
By Lisa Gledhill4 years ago in Families
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