Wednesday, July 20, 2011

in the morning (for jessica)

lands apart
neither guessing what this day will hold

oceans wide
brimming salty tears as sun makes its slow pass

clock unrelenting
seconds, once expired, now beat upon hearts

moon glowing
a memory and a promise only sisters can know

sleep quietly
and in the morning, hold her tight

a little bit of the story

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  1. beautiful - great poem as I enjoy this coffee

  2. "a promise only sisters can know"... oh friend, i feel a bit jealous of the closeness between you and your sister. it is a beautiful thing, a treasure. hold onto it tight. xo

  3. I appreciate this poem so much Bethany. I can't wait to share it with Hillary. Today!!
    xo Jess