Feeling safe inside his arms
As he holds me close
He softly strokes my hair
And I begin doze
Far away I hear cartoons
But I concentrate on his heart
The constant rhythm in my ears
I hear even when we’re apart
I close my eyes to memorize
The smell, the taste, the touch
Of every moment with him
For time races by in a rush
I do not want to move
And no one makes me try
His hand gently traces my face
And stops below my eye
I softly smile, but stay still
Only holding him tight
Gently there he kisses my head
Before saying goodnight
Slowly I stand on my feet
As he reaches for my hand
He has a loving look
As if things went as planned
Tilla Ophelia Marsh
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