sometimesihatemycat

Of possible
Happiness
That evening
Being tucked in
Kissed
On the forehead
Told goodnight
And knowing
With the certainty
Of a child
That there had to be
So many more
Nights like this
I slept securely
But forever
Is always
Impossible

-me

Painting: Child Sleeping, by Patti Trostle

~ by April on May 12, 2020.

Posted in Family, Humanity, Loss, Love, Motherhood, Poetry
Tags: Anatta, Anicca, Childhood, Dukkha, Forever, grief, Growing up, Happiness, hope, Idea, Impermanence, Impossible, Innocence, Loss, Love, Moments, Possibility, Sadness, Security, The Hours