Wait for me on the edge of sunrise
among dreams where the shadows play.
When I wake, I will see your eyes,
and your smile reflected in my morning tea
will accompany me throughout the day,
protecting me from this bitter grief.
Wait for me on the edge of noon,
where the spring breeze teases trees,
and the comforting warmth of the midday sun
reminds me of your tender caresss,
your steadying hand and your sense of fun,
a lifetime of love and happiness.
You are the one I will not forget
until we meet again on the edge of sunset.
Kim M. Russell, 25th April 2021
Image by Wolfgang Hasselmann on Unsplash
My response to NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Five
Today our challenge is to write an ‘occasional’, one that is suited to, or written for, a particular occasion. The opening lines first came to me after watching part of Prince Philip’s funeral, when the Queen looked so small and lost all on her own in a pew.