Counting down the hours
till you say goodbye.
Like a withered flower,
feeling cold and dry.
Sweet thoughts become sour,
good memories die.
Visions hold such powers
deep within sad eyes.
Tears transform to showers,
clearing clouds inside.
Pride stands like a tower,
weaknesses all hide.

Counting down the seconds
until you arrive.
Thanking deep connection
that our hearts survived.
Angels up in heaven
help intentions thrive,
giving us direction
so that love can drive.
Absorbing affection
that light beams provide.
Pieces of perfection,
forever alive.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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