I've taken to scrawling poetry in a little notebook that lives by my bed. I'm not really a poet, but it's exciting pretending I am. There aren't many poems, and they're all not much good. They come out on unsteady legs, like they've just come off a journey at sea. Still, they come from the heart, even if they aren't much.
I just thought I'd share one with you.
Dear Daughter (Or Son. It was just that I wrote this like God was writing to me.)
written 11.12.12
I waited for you
But you never came
I called out your name
But you stayed where you were
Just the same
And it's my only aim,
to love you
To have you delight in me in return
But you never turn
My daughter,
will you ever learn?
My heart yearns for you to know me
My desire for you burns
I want to give you my presence
My fire
But how you ever wander -
it fills me with ire
All I ever wanted was for you to come
Don't you see?
The sun shining down on you is me
Don't you hear?
That music is my voice drawing near
Don't you know?
I'll never let you go
Don't you believe?
That I want to make you see
If you would only come
Wait on me
And I'll meet you
I'll never let you down
With me,
You'll always be found
1 comment:
This is really good Anna, :)
Love you,
Ashley.
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