She waits behind the bedstead
as a young boy falls to dreams
Though he cannot see her
she keeps him safe from screams.
Her one and only purpose
to bring him, finally home
that one day, when his time comes
his heart won't stray or roam
And softly in a golden glow
old eyes will see her there
a weathered hand placed inside hers
he leaves without a care.
Behind him on the bed
an old man lies in state
as a young heart travels with her,
his Angel, who did wait.
Lin Cava©
Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 8:30 PM UTC
She waits behind the bedstead
as a young boy falls to dreams
Though he cannot see her
she keeps him safe from screams.
Her one and only purpose
to bring him, finally home
that one day, when his time comes
his heart won't stray or roam
And softly in a golden glow
old eyes will see her there
a weathered hand placed inside hers
he leaves without a care.
Behind him on the bed
an old man lies in state
as a young heart travels with her,
his Angel, who did wait.
Lin Cava©
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