watching her sleep-am
Prisoned by your thoughts
So I pray, and paint your
face on my heart-
Waiting for the day you
will tiptoe from my dreams
into this world.
What greater gift is there?
What better prayer can I make?
I promise-I’ll be here with you
When your breeze grows stronger.
I will stand by you- wrap my arms
around you and lull you to slumber.
Through my eyes will you see this
World-a cold world.
I will depend on God
for your sake;I will lean on
the faith that he will watch over you
where my eyes see not;I will rejoice
at the thought of you-Because I know that
like your father,you will fight-the good fight.
with your Verses I know that
you -my child will embrace the truth;
you will take this world by the throat.
so what can I say ?what can I skip?
pray and wait on you.
This poem is unedited but I thought I could share it in its raw form without editing it or any emotion.
Dedicated to Eizzy (you are a poet my dear and thanks for the sketch, it fits just right.)