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The Sweetest Thing February 15, 2013

Posted by JP in Poetry.
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The Sweetest Thing

The sweetest thing was the taste of summer on my lips.
The warmth of the sun in my mind as I ran,
crashing through tall grasses and butterfly dreams.
Thoughts only of play, iced tea, and love.
The sweetest thing was the joy of boyhood.

The sweetest thing was the last time I slept through the night.
The glorious feeling upon waking to morning sun.
No midnight dreams wrenching me from the velvet clutch of rest,
no ebony lit excursions to the medicine cabinet,
no frustrated wrestle with covers which do not cooperate.
The sweetest thing was the last sleep without thought.
Thoughts of disease raging, poverty looming, work dooming.
Yes the sweetest thing was that last good night’s sleep.

The sweetest thing was the chance to live.
The opportunity to know your love before I died.
Seeing my beautiful children come into this world,
feeling the soft, warm breaths as I held them to my chest.
Hearing the contagious giggling as we played ‘The Claw’,
watching them become people with minds of their own.
The sweetest thing was the chance to say “I love you”,
for the last time before I left your side forever.

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