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Poetry

If I Am About To Go

If I am about to go,
Play me my favourite song,
Cook me my mother’s food,
Remind me of the smell of earth when it rains,
Bring me the book that made me cry,
Show me the sunbird that once sat at my window,
Make me giggle endlessly with my sister,
Make that toddler hold my little finger and walk again,
Show me the tree that had once been a seed in my hand,
Show me the eyes of my puppy,
Look into my eyes and smile your loving smile,
Tell me a bad joke and laugh,
Tell me a good story and cry,
Or just hold me.
And I may come back.

Categories
Blue Moon Stories

Heal

The beautiful rain went away

Leaving behind clouds grey

I ran and ran and ran and ran…

Abandoning your memories far away.

Until I reached a cliff tall

And I could run no more

All that was left for me was to plunge

And let rest my feet sore.

Suddenly I was flying!

The wind dried away my tears

My eyes began to see clearly again

And the clouds began to disappear.

I looked down and saw you

I understood that you wished to see me fly

And even though it’s your threads that are stuck in my wings

I am at least going to try.