Have you any idea
young spry one
that the life
which you so take
for granted
often flashes before
my very eyes.
That I find myself
in a cold sweat at times
wondering if that awful
feeling that washes
over me like a late tide
is my heart being informed
of you imminent death.
That visions flash
across my mind
sharp as needles
of your eyes closed
to open never again.
And the grief I would feel
I do feel
at just the notion of it
is worse I'm sure
than the mother who bore you.
In that moment
it is as if all light
fades from my world.
All laughter from my soul.
If I could take your place
I would in a heartbeat
though at this rate
my life will mean more
at least that's what
everyone insists
You're a lost cause.
I'd take your yoke and my own
if only it was possible
to save you.
If only you'd realize
your potential
your meaning
your place.
Maybe then I wouldn't have to
worry so.
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