What If

I wish I were the drops of water Emanating from your shower Caressing you with soft warm kisses In the morning hour. I wish I were the gentle breeze Brushing soft against your face Running my fingers through your hair Through the summer days I wish I were the solid earth Supporting every step you tread Then holding you in my embrace When these mortal clothes we’ve shed. But our lives are full of wishes For what could have or what will And what if it had been different Would we be wondering ‘what if’ still? © Barry Freeman – 1st August 2020