Least suspecting times
Catch me with a thought of you
Unawares makes wary
Wakeful thought emerges
De-merges from generality
Specific reminder that
You were here, were real.
Tears come less but
With the thought of you
For what might have been
Or what you have been spared
Saved from decay, from pain
Rest is your daily comfort,
But I would still risk reality.
Aged gravida that I was, untimely
Your little life is missed, tangibly
Lump in my throat
Hard to swallow
Your little life
Hard act to follow
At least suspecting times.
© Helen Dean 2005