I've never left you.
I'm the faint stirring—
That whisper against your cheek
Waking you and lingering.
I’m a prayer from long ago
A remembrance of closer times
When my heart beat as your own.
I wait in your darkest moment
And in your deepest despair
Heart longing and arms reaching
Aching to be near you once more—
Speaking softly
Yearning for you to hear
Child, I love you.
Come home.
Copyright 2017 Lynn Hampton Lacher
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