The Sound of His Breathing
Sorting through the worries in my head
Furious with the creaking of the bed
I toss and I turn
And I yearn and yearn
For answers to the questions of life
Wondering why I can’t be a good wife
And I hear his heavy breathing…
Rhythmic and slow
And I know
I know…
He is deep in his sleep
And I just want to weep
I close my eyes tight
Hoping all will be right
My heart whispers a prayer
To God who’s always there
“God…life is a mystery
Sometimes it’s beyond me
Where will it end?
What’s behind the bend?
Please grant this one plea
Please….listen to me…
When my heart’s filled with dread
As I lie on my bed
Lord, make my world right
Forever and always….
Let me hear the sound of his
Breathing at night!"
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2012
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