I welcome the days of forever
Where I will not wait for a text
Sunflower fields and daffodils
No more love me not petals spent
My children lifted by the sunshine
Their feet pitter patter on the oak wood floors
An echo of promise
Carried in the breeze, to my home
Which whispered that God has plans
Even for me, who was alone.
I will be given the fields of flowers
Where songbirds and bees love to grow
Here among the company of genuine souls
As God saw that I was something
The world could not know
He heard me cry in pain
When my heart shattered so.
Leaving me not to die of promises broke,
He led me where I could sleep among the trees
With the beasts that, like me, will die alone.
A pitch of steam from the teapot,
Parchment paper to write my woes
I welcome the days of forever
Where I will watch my children grow.
Poetry on Paper 