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”
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