Once in bed you said,
shall we be buried together.
I don’t want to die before you,
but couldn’t bear life without you.
And another time you said,
I’d like to curl up so tiny
you could carry me in your breast pocket,
Where I’d sit safe and warm listening to your heartbeat,
sometimes you’d take me out, stroke me gently and talk to me.
And I replied;
I love you from the deepest well of my soul
so deep inside me I carry you, that’s why I forget to tell you things
I seem to think you know all my thoughts already.
And placing my hand inside the breast pocket I said;
God, if you’re there,
in all your heavenly glory
and haven’t got your wires crossed,
or aren’t busy somewhere else, and would like rare praise from me,
though vain and insignificant,
do glance down here one moment;
Thank you for this angel
and for sharing her with me,
the gift of this giver
who continues to give
her own true self fully.