Tina

I wake and you are beside me sleeping Breathing heavily, labouring with each breath. Your illness masking your fragility. I pause to gently kiss your forehead. Your garden is overgrown with unplaced Flowers. Dreams unfulfilled are but weeds Covering the daffodils and crocuses. An early breeze blowing the long grass. The wind dissolves gently amongst your Early morning dreams as you gently wake Looking like the first daffodil in spring. The veil of night shattered as light drifts In through the blinds creating shadows. You are inside my head now, calculating The tablets you need to keep you alive Keeping the garden in good order until Summer brightens your sky. Mar 2012