In Debra's Kitchen - Selected Poems by Debra Lee Cathcart
There is solace in these solitudes
The early morn and break of dawn
The rising stretch to crowing calls.
We’re lucky here to sleep in peace.
There is solace in this time alone
Yet early morn I always see
A time to watch him deeply sleep
Not dying people at our feet
There is solace in our time apart
To know he will be back again
Within my arms, and so my heart
At least I know he is alive
Keeps watch by day and mostly nights
That he will be away from me
I pray him safe and not alone
A reminder comes from far away.
Some people never had the chance
To say the words before they went.
At least we do and so we should
One word not to be remiss amongst the
ones that we may miss.
Lets not forget our fortune
And not forget our pain