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A powder cover blankets streets As she rest on my chest The snowflakes fell, Decembers waltz My hand in hers, she pressed. All day we’d hide beneath those sheets Her love was like a home Hazel eyes, like Autumn skies A voice like a song. She was perfect in my eyes But time began to tick Our love grew tall, and we grew old And she grew very sick. By her side, I’d sit for months To see her lovely smile Then seasons changed and she grew weak My heart still in denial. Then one day, I looked to her A smile on my face I asked if she had one last wish But she had no strength to say. I waited on, still by her side Until the day it came A long white line upon a screen Her life, the cancer claimed. I sat beside her, devastated Time’s hourglass had tilted Like pedals on a lovely rose My rose had finally wilted. I kissed her head one final time Then pressed my hands to hers But held inside her palm, a note Named “These, my final words.” As I opened the note in tears I found these words for me “You asked me for a final wish I did not wish to leave. But if I had one final wish Beneath those sheets, we’d lay My head, I’d rest upon your chest December everyday.”
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Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 2:11 AM UTC
December Everyday
A powder cover blankets streets As she rest on my chest The snowflakes fell, Decembers waltz My hand in hers, she pressed. All day we’d hide beneath those sheets Her love was like a home Hazel eyes, like Autumn skies A voice like a song. She was perfect in my eyes But time began to tick Our love grew tall, and we grew old And she grew very sick. By her side, I’d sit for months To see her lovely smile Then seasons changed and she grew weak My heart still in denial. Then one day, I looked to her A smile on my face I asked if she had one last wish But she had no strength to say. I waited on, still by her side Until the day it came A long white line upon a screen Her life, the cancer claimed. I sat beside her, devastated Time’s hourglass had tilted Like pedals on a lovely rose My rose had finally wilted. I kissed her head one final time Then pressed my hands to hers But held inside her palm, a note Named “These, my final words.” As I opened the note in tears I found these words for me “You asked me for a final wish I did not wish to leave. But if I had one final wish Beneath those sheets, we’d lay My head, I’d rest upon your chest December everyday.”
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Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 2:11 AM UTC
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