Midnight Sun
The midnight sun
He said he'd take me there
How I longed to see it
Though he left yesterday
He never came home to me again
I'm wondering what happened to our life
I listen to the rain sounding like bullets
Against my roof and window panes
I'm wondering where can he be tonight
He proclaimed his love for me each night
As I get up to search out the window
For any sign or trace of him coming
My feet feel cold against the wood floor
We drew up the blueprints of this house
Thirty or was it forty years ago, can't remember
I can't seem to remember right this minute
All I see is his face going across my mind
Maybe I should call my daughter or son
But what good will that do for me now
Both live out of state with their families
Then the phone begins to ring out
Mrs. Duncan, there was an accident, I'm sorry
I don't remember dropping the phone to the floor
I just remember sitting up as I heard loud knocking
It was the paramedic's coming to my aid this time
After all, I'm eighty and he was ninety
We never did go on that cruise ship to see
The land of the midnight sun.
This is made up.
Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2011
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