A Savored Memory
One early August morning,
the summer of John’s death,
in that sleepy state of half awake,
I caught a glimpse of him
neatly dressed for the day,
walking around the end of our bed,
over to my side.
The vision quickly vanished.
yet remains engraved -
a gift that brought to mind
an early morning moment captured
many years ago in this small poem:
~~ DAWN ~~
Up at dawn
he gently tucked her with the sheet
and fixed it where the mattress corner
had come undone above her head
then slipping out
went down to put the coffee on
He did not know
that in her semi conscious morning sleep
she was aware
and felt the precious oil of his love
flow through her veins
a secret blessing
JoMae
7/29/88
7/29/88
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