As I love you through the glass
a tiny hand sweeps across the blanket
reaching out to me.
You lie there in the stillness of you slumber
clinging to life;
I reach inside to touch you
and you stir slightly;
I feel a tiny breath like a feather caress my fingers
as I love you through the glass.
One eye opens
easily staring into mine.
Can you see me?
Can you feel my presence, as I love you throught the glass?
I ache to hold you
I await the moment
when you peacefully rest in my loving arms.
A silent tear rolls down my face;
I slowly turn to walk away
only to glance back one more time
as I love you through the glass.
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