Captured
I remember that night as if it were yesterday,
sitting and watching your chest moving rhythmically
up and down as you took each breath.
Your face was that of tranquillity.
Your cheeks were scarlet from spending hours
on the beach in the November wind.
As your little eyelids began dancing in the moon lit room,
I couldn’t help but wish I was there in your dream.
The skylight allowed the moonbeams to shine down on you
and you were that night; my star.
I rushed to get my video camera to capture this rare moment.
Then sat there filming you, not wanting this serene moment to end.
Soon my son, you shall graduate from university.
So much has been lost since then, and the video?
Yet still when I close my eyes, I can see you there,
that warm feeling wells up once again in my breast,
and that night has become one of the most
treasured moments of my life.
It has been branded in my heart and soul forever.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
01.2013
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