Another Precious Day
The rise and fall scarce audible
inform me that you’re here.
A comfort washes over me
allaying certain fears.
For though I like my quiet time,
eschewing all the noise,
a room devoid of breathing sounds
is one I’ll not enjoy.
So sleep my darling, slumber on
and I will watch and pray
and thank our Father for his gift:
another precious day.
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