My fingers wrap around your wrinkly hands
vision blurred, as my eyes well with tears
my lips touch velvet; your soft brown hair
and I do this ov’ and over again
in the short time that we have
rocking gave us comfort cradling you in my arms
with tears that touched your lips
that now would never speak
another chance I beseech, to gaze into your eyes
that are the colour of the sea; embrace your warmth
against my skin, but this will never be
a mother should not outlive her child
I begged take mine, in place of yours
I laid my hand across your heart
a heart that beat no more
why was life so fleeting, the time we had too brief
you were ripped away from me, I’m left behind to grieve
there are no answers
life we know at times so cruel
how do I go on living – living without you
try to remember me, you were called away too young
there is no rhyme or reason, for why this has been done
time they say the healer; one last hold, one kiss, I beg
so as I hold you to my breast, this torment that I bear
know that I so loved you and this last wish I share
wrapped in cotton white, take your pastel coloured wings
my angel child and fly
and with each breath I’ll think
of you, till my time comes, to die
©JMTacken Sept 2013
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Also for http://dversepoets.com/ Open Night # 106
Fictional
J.Tacken 2013
Ramblings From A Mum 