Goodbye
He sleeps, In perfect slumber, While I wish and wonder, I look at him, And all I see is beauty. I think how perfect he is in his sleep. Tears roll down my face, As I picture my life without him, Without him there to want and need me, Without him there to love me, When no one else will, Without him there to help me up when I fall. I see him lying there so peaceful, So quiet. I sliently wish that no more pain will come him. I sit back, With a single tear in my eye, And I pray to God to take care of him, When it's his time to leave me, For I want God to take care of him, The same way I would. He desirves to be taken care of, The same way he desirves to be loved. So as I sit, Here in this old wooden chair, Right beside him, Watching him sleep, I remember the good man he was, And how very much I loved him. I only wish I would have one more day, To tell him so. I will miss him so very much. Written December 26th, 2001 © on Dec 26 2001 08:47 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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