What Matters.
As You read me my bedtime book,
All I could say was;
Stay with me please?
Just wait till I fall asleep,
"You are My sunshine
My only sunshine,
You make me happy when sky's are gray."
You would sing to me.
As my thoughts, Drifted away
and my Eyes Sank low.
I could hear the creaking of the floor,
as you left me.
My last breath I managed to whisper out,
"Will you be here in the morning?"
"Hush, my BabyGirl That doesn't matter"
She would always say,
Like Deja Vu.
But it was OK;
I knew She would be there tomorrow night,
To sing me my song.
-AR