The Voice
By Cinara
The Voice Bundled in a blanket’s wrap In comfort of a winter’s nap I was awakened from a dream Not by a noise, as it would seem Though sleet was crackling on the glass And falling snow was piling fast It was a quiet voice I heard Though I remembered not a word With howling of the blizzard wind I snuggled ever deeper in And drifted off in slumbering bliss But was awakened by a kiss Not a person was in sight Alone was I that wintry night And no one knocking at my door I drifted off to sleep once more Once more awakened by my name As snow eclipsed the window pane In dead of winter, Lingering there The lovely scents of springtime air The fragrance of a lilac bloom Had permeated bed and room T’was then I recognized the one Who had in silence sweetly come A mother’s kiss, from heaven’s blue A quiet whisper, "I love you" Written March 2nd, 2002 © on Mar 01 2002 10:14 PM PST 0 • 8
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