TRUE
Three o’clock in the morning -
Blue-gray eyes veiled by heavy lids
In peaceful sleep.
Red-blonde hair -
Soft as baby’s breath on my fingertips,
Falls on your pillow like a feather.
I brush your cheek with a kiss.
I can not promise perfection.
I can not promise wealth.
I can not promise an easy road, son.
But I will never leave you–
This I promise.
True as promise can be.
True as you and me.
True as the sound my mother’s footsteps
As they echo down the hall
And out the door -
Three o’clock in the morning -
Blue-gray eyes veiled by heavy lids
In peaceful sleep.
Red-blonde hair -
Soft as baby’s breath on my fingertips,
Falls on your pillow like a feather.
I brush your cheek with a kiss.
I can not promise perfection.
I can not promise wealth.
I can not promise an easy road, son.
But I will never leave you–
This I promise.
True as promise can be.
True as you and me.
True as the sound my mother’s footsteps
As they echo down the hall
And out the door -
Ever silent -
Ever more.
Victoria 2007
Ever more.
Victoria 2007