What would I say?
Twelve months have gone three times,
Swirling ’round what could’ve been,
Still I dream within the shadows,
Of a love than won’t grow thin.
If today had blessed the both of us,
I wonder what we’d do?
But most of all I wonder;
What would I say to you?
I’m sure I’d say, “You’re beautiful;
The prettiest I’ve ever seen”,
I’m sure I’d say, “I love you”,
As I kissed your baby cheeks.
I’m sure I’d say, “Stop squirming!”
As I squeezed you in hug,
I’m sure I’d call you “Cheeky”,
As your laughter rang out loud.
I’d ask you, “Are you ready?”
As I pulled out each surprise,
Then I’d stare in silent wonder,
At the sparkle in your eyes.
I’d ask you, “Is it perfect?”
I’d ask, “Who loves you best?”
And though I know the answer,
I’d let you take your guess.
I’d call you “Little Princess”,
As I brushed your silky hair,
…”Who’s that in the mirror?
That’s a clever girl, right there!”.
I’m sure I’d have said nothing,
As we played a silly game,
I’d just drink in every moment,
Of your very special day.
Now caught in present moment,
Where the wishful meets the real,
Another cut across my heart,
To mark another year.
I speak, instead, to mother;
Torn hard between two worlds,
Added to, yet taken from,
As story still unfurls…
“Breathe…just simply Breathe…,
There’s a purpose and a plan,
Each intended detail,
Carved deep on Master’s hand.
One race was short and very fast,
One race is still being run,
But purpose meets it’s purpose,
In land beyond the sun.”…
“Breathe…just simply breathe,
It’s still a special day,
There is a celebration,
Your angel laughs and plays.
There is someone to love her;
To bring her a surprise,
To read her bedtime stories,
To kiss her sleepy eyes…”
“Breathe…just simply breathe,
And count the ways you’re blessed,
And heart that’s missing precious piece,
Will find it’s quiet rest.
I’ll speak to me and think of you;
Those moments short but sweet,
Until we find each other,
On shining golden street.”
– Melissa Domingo
15 December, 2015
Beautiful Meli, love it