The Wee Hours
In the wee hours of the morning
before the sun comes out to shine
you may be able to hear the birds and crickets begin to rise...
In these early morning hours between wake and sleep
before everyone rises ...
I keep my eyes closed in a peaceful slumber knowing when I open them it will be time for you to go....
In the wee hours of the morning is my favorite time of day
I am able hold on to your smile and your feathery touch to my face and I can feel the gentle kiss on my cheek...
I can almost hear you say, "I love you “and
then you fade away as I must open my eyes to start my day....
Dedicated to Lilybug.
and all who love her 💜
By katbonge (Lola)
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7-8-20
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Katbonge
I am a woman who loves to help people my career as a drug and alcohol counselor allows me to do that. My recent loss of my grand daughter has prompted me to write poems which has helped me somewhat in the grieving process and I hope it will help others when they read them.
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