The Goodnight Kiss

The Goodnight Kiss A man's voice on the radio made me cry "Love flowed and has been a warm breeze" My tears flowed, and I chocked them back It was the words I hadn't heard from anyone My father...mom...for so long Had I been to them...love flowing, a warm breeze? When did they love each other for the last time? I don't recall the last goodnight kiss, as a child, In our home Years later, knowing all that I know, joy comes anyway, Joy decried- By duty driven and Love flowed and has been a warm breeze My parents' kiss is there, separate, each unique And secure for me to share My need for love changed each time I served... To a need... to love When a storm threatened or a crisis became a tragedy, The need helped me to be... Love flowing- a warm breeze My good cheer returns, my arms reach out to hug and Kiss good night...”Sweet dreams... Love, my warm breeze”