When, I rest my eyes,

For that gradual nap,

A somberness creeps over me,

Then unexpectedly, I feel remorse,

For I am afraid,

That the fear of time,

Appears frozen in place,

And those moments,        

Which, I hold dear to me,

Begin to pass me by,

Like movie reels of the past,

The present, and the future,

That encompasses everything

That is precious to me…

 

Years pass, months grow longer,

Days fade away,

But my memories sustain the substance of time…

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Teardrops of emotions,

Echoes loudly,

As it slices through my pain,

Nevertheless, the presence of their love,

Remains translucent…throughout infinity…

 

A love that strengthens, for decades,

As it passes through the lineage, 

Of my ancestral heritage;

For there is no greater power,

For me, then that gift,

I give to you, of “A Father’s Love” …

 

Written by G E Shaw

From Poetry of the Soul, Prophecy