August 20, 1990

95. The Night I Called Her House

 “Princess is sleeping,” your mother said.
      “Do you want me to wake her?”
 All I wanted in this world was to talk to you,
      but you were asleep.
 Then, I picture you in your endless beauty,
      lying in silence
 With gentle roses scattered around your bed,
      each breath you breathe,
      the scent of life and love you’ve given me.
 If only I were there to wake you with a kiss,
      show you the world I could share.
 “No, Mrs. Dutro,” I sigh, “please, let her sleep.”
      so that I may continue to dream...

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