Sit upon my bed of stone. Smile and laugh, or weep and moan. Lift your eyes to look for light in the darkest depths of dreary night. Let your heart be known. Smaller sounds, stronger drone. Venture further, darkness hones. Lay your soul within my sight. Sit upon my bed. Within my crypt, I lie alone. Long relieved of flesh and bone. Curl upon me when you might when all is well, or nothing right. Let the past atone. Sit upon my bed.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem when I learned I had cancer. Sort of a way
to let my kids know they could still find me should I not be
around to guide them. I have since recovered.
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