A Poem a Day: February 17

Sunrise Painting, Patty A Baker

Photo Source: pattyabaker.com

when you feel life slipping
through your fingers,
that’s when you realize
you so desperately
want to live.
it is in that moment
when you’d want to feel
his kiss again on your lips.
it is when your eyes
begin to close on cheeks
grown tired and cold
that you’d want to see
the sun rise again
and warm what’s
left of your soul.
it is in that moment
when you’d want to feel
his embrace until you’re old.

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