Free verse, Poem

Day 35: Lost (2)

I remember running Only coming back To take a bite Of the food You held out. Shouts of "Be careful" Followed by childish Promises of safety That I used to say. I loved how your soft Hands would Tuck me in at night. Feather kisses, The warmth of your breath, Wrapping me in Protective care.… Continue reading Day 35: Lost (2)