Morning Song

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Mon, 06 May 2013
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We wake...me for the umpteenth time –
I ask you, ‘So, you had a bad night then?’

‘No. I slept well. Didn’t you?’

I don’t have the heart to say
I was woken a dozen times or more...

Parkinson’s doesn’t make for a peaceful
sleeping partner, but I wouldn’t have it
any other way, not in a million years

because I love the way you smell,
the way your voice sounds like
Oxford Circus in the rush-hour,
Soho, after dark, Niagara Falls,
and a forest after rain.

Because I love you, I can’t help but wish
they’ll find a cure, one day, but until then,
you’ll continue to be the man of my dreams...
if I ever get to dream...that is.

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Lovely little testimony. I have to get up to my father-in-law at night, he always gets straight back to sleep, not always so easy for me, – but then I know my husband needs earplugs because of my 'breathing' … Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks for sharing, Rhiannon. Much appreciated;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Esther on
Yes, oh for a cure, lovely poem.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks, Esther.

 

Submitted by maggyvaneijk on
Beautiful, the descriptions of his voice work wonderfully.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Much obliged to you, maggy.

 

Submitted by jolono on
I thought this was just lovely Tina.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Well thank you, jolono. You've cheered me up, no end;-) Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
This is such a heart warming piece of writing Tina. You cannot trade love for anything and it shines through in this poem. Simply beautiful. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Pleased you thought so, Jenny;-) Tina