Too Soon Gone
Chilling to me is the cool misty rain.
Filling fuel on the fire to warm me again,
Willing my thoughts on the now to remain,
Stilling all those that are cause of the pain.
Come my sweet child and sit by the fire.
Strum for me a tune, one I would admire,
Some pretty melody, ‘ere we retire.
Hum along with me as I draw you nigher.
Years have gone by since you sat close to me.
Tears I have shed for the sweet used to be.
Fears are for the future that I can foresee.
Nears the sad moment you’ll want to fly free.
Knowing that you will be leaving some day.
Stowing sweet memories, wishing you’d stay.
Growing to womanhood, you’re pulling away
Showing more interest in boys than in play.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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