You Were Thinking of Me
While you molded the mountains,
while you formed the sea.
While you painted the rainbow,
you were thinking of me.
When I was just a baby,
cradled in my Mother's arms.
You held us both in your hands
and kept us safe from harm.
Sometimes I walked with grace,
other times I had to crawl.
No matter the path taken, there you were,
to guide me through it all.
Now that I'm much older
and my life is near the end.
I find some comfort knowing,
on the other side I have a friend.
1/17/2022
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2022
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