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About This Poem
The Dying Days of Winter
Will they come and surround my bed,
Mom and grand-ma?
Will they tell me things
I can tell you they've said,
so that I may leave you something warm
for your heart to cling too
in the coldest atmosphere of death?
Will you sing me soft lullabyes
reminding me
I've been through this many times,
easing my fears, and filling my heart
with forgiveness and love?
Tender man ~ forgive me.
Will you remember when I was healthy,
and we danced to Van Morrison's
"Into the Mystic"
Will you remember when I sat by the window
and you seen all my beauty and my flaws?
I did not mind the flaws
because you seen some beauty in me.
I guess I've always been a fire cracker,
and with you, I snap, crackle and pop,
but I've always given you all of me,
the good, the bad,
yet never indifferent.
You've always had my whole heart.
So in these dying days of winter
forgive me please,
set my heart at ease,
be my friend.
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