Tuesday, November 16, 2010

My Paul: 24 Oct 2010

left thigh unusually warm
from the weight of his head
as he sleeps
seeing him this way
as my heart nearly leaps
from my chest
wishing to be his
wishing to still know more about him.
Life is so beautiful
so short but so full
when he's there to fill it up
was there really a time
in my life before him?
were my smiles real?
did I really know joy?
did I really have love?
and I know
my life will always be filled
with him.
his laugh.
his tears.
his tired sighs.
or it won't be life
at all.

1 comment:

Nae said...

You know it's a good poem because it left me holding Paul in even higher regard than I do now. :) And Dianey, your poem-skills are so lovely. :)