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For my children
Contributed by
Katiebird
on
Wednesday, 2nd February 2005 @ 03:32:50 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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If it were up to me
I would ask death to wait
for an October Sunday
just after dusk,
the seventh game of the World Series
an hour away.
I’d make iced tea
the slow way, let it brew
till it was dark
as the inside of an urn,
then I’d pour it
into the old mugs
I have and love.
I’d think about the sea,
sand castles we have built,
how one of us cried at sunset
when waves taught us
the ache of letting go.
We’d sip tea with sugar
share a red bowl
of popcorn and I’d be grateful
for it all: our family’s pain
and sweetness, that love survived
these seasons and forgiveness
eased us into second chances.
I’d ask for one last dance
the three of us close,
Jackson Browne singing
“The Loadout” and
I’d beg Death to take me then, before
the music ended
and let the last touch
of my life be your life breath
upon me.
Copyright ©
Katiebird
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2005-02-02 15:32:50] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: For my children
(User Rating: 1 ) by Taurusgem1 on
Wednesday, 2nd February 2005 @ 03:43:16 PM AEST (User
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Excellent. But don't die too soon... |
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