Monday, December 17, 2012

All That’s Left Is Love

There will be no more
tickling little piggies
sniffing little heads
or kissing little cheeks

There will be no more
skipping in the sunshine
drawing on the sidewalk
tying shoes on little feet

There will only be a memory
hearts torn open wide
whispers scattered on the wind
and pain for them to hide

I don’t believe this makes sense
but I really wish I could
I can’t believe in any God
that I never understood

There will be no more tucking in
no more rousing sleepyheads
no more checking in the night
are they breathing in their beds

wish I could just undo it all
wish there were a reason from above
but all that’s left, though it seems small -
is love, love, love.

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