What you gave me was
was the ability to rise in the morning.
Never asked for too much.
I became a baby at baptism
Pure and carried up to blisses of
heaven, just for a moment.
Take me back and
let’s do it over and over.
I’ll always have you, won’t I?
And the rain won’t make any difference?
I didn’t know myself in search of it
I lost myself when I had it
now I know there’s no way I could live without it.
One thought on “farewell to arms”
Ladylazarus, I really appreciate this one!! It’s beautifully tender. . . .