I wrote this shortly after my son was born. He was asleep in my arms and the amount I love I felt for him made me appreciate how much my Father had loved me. He died seven years ago and this poem is about aiming to live my life in a way that would make him proud.
the room always stays the same
every night as the memories come like winter time
its only your face that changes
as we all get older you stay just where you have always been
time doesn’t make it better
it just makes it seem further away
bring me the morning
i wanna wake up without seeing your life fading
but as i hold him now i know
i can make it through again and again and again
the life that i live has begun to begin
it isn’t so easy seeing old friends
each one holds a different part of you in me
when it seems you are forgotten
something happens to bring you back to me again i see
the pain doesn’t get any weaker
but your love for me makes me wonder
bring me the morning
i wanna wake up without seeing your life fading
but as i hold him now i know
i can make it through again and again and again
the life that i live has begun to begin
as i love my son so much i know
that you gave all your heart for me each day
i only i hope i do you justice
when i explain to him how you made me me
the memory will get clearer
when in years to come i see you in me
bring me the morning
i wanna wake up without seeing your life fading
but as i hold him now i know
i can make it through again and again and again
the life that i live has begun to begin
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