Until

I will walk no more with you
While holding your little hand
As comfort, you’re not alone

Nor sit on the local park lawn
To speak together as in our past
Of dreams, you’ve left undone

I will not gaze into your eyes
With such wonderment galore
About all the things you admire

I will not push you in the swing
As you glide with grace of wings
God reserved before you were born

I will not get any butterfly kisses
Until you walk me home…to heaven

Poet of the Light © 2021
In memory of my daughter, Ashlee Dawn
Find more at my blog.  poetofthelight.com 

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