SITTING ON MY BED

I remember being young

The way you watched me

So solemnly and lovingly

Sitting on my bed.

Watching as I breathed

In deep-sleep slumber

Comforted by your stare

By the presence of your care.

And when I got upset

Or very, very scared,

You were always there

Curled within my arms.

So fragile now,

So old and dirty,

Left in times ago

Left with the age of young.

But still you stare

Sitting on my bed

So solemnly and lovingly

Comforting with your care.

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