Peaches and pears your delight
Divine roses a gift from your wife
Your favorite soups and stews
Lamb and veal cooked to and fro
In silence in your hammock
Hoping the sun melts the cancer away
If I were there
I would rub your brow and wet your lips
If I were there
I’d warm your sheets and fluff your pillows
If I were there
I would bring you home under the old oak tree
If I were there
I would fill your house with sunflowers
If I were there
I would sing sweet poetry melody
If I were there
I would lay next to you and comfort you
If I were there
I would read you prayers
If I were there
I would have said goodbye
My knight and shining armor
Dedicated to my father; Jim Mirassou
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October 25, 2010 | Categories: Contemporary Poets, family, Love, Poem, Poetry, Poetry From Heather's Soul Closet, Relationships, Talented Writer | Tags: Death, dying, family, father, goodbye, Love, mirassou, poem, Poetry, prayer | Comments Off
“I wrote this poem when my little sister was born. She is twenty years
my junior and has grown into an amazing young woman.“
An embryo in a cocoon of safety
slowly unfolds into a world of hands.
Hands of unconditional love
bring her into the beauty of light.
No longer floating
now breathing the lightness of air.
She fights hands and fist,
unknowingly being adorned, brought into life.
Kissed by an angel, he leaves his mark
as she is grasped by her loving parents.
She is a gift to them, a gift to this world,
an angel of God.
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April 23, 2010 | Categories: Beauty in Life, family, Love, Women | Tags: angel, Baby, birth, family, father, gift, God, hands, kissed, Love, mother, parents | Comments Off
Heather Mirassou
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