a candle lit with novena said
like a child at Christmas I feel the wonder
of all you offer to me
you, the umbrella that keeps me dry
the hand I hold when I'm afraid
blocking out the noise of thunder
your laughter like my favorite song
soft and warm I feel your breath
back to chest upon my neck
arms enfold around me tight
the sleep of angels comes at last
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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