Colour Dreams - Poetry

Praying for the best

You said your last goodbyes to me, 
But something wasn't right.
You said that you were feeling ill, 
You'd have an early night.
 
And when I heard the latest news, 
I worried a lot for you.
My fears were now reality; 
The dream I had came true.
 
I knew I couldn't lose you, 
So I sent you lots of love.
I held my hands together
And prayed to those above.
 
I felt you would get better, 
I hoped that you'd soon wake.
And after all the love I sent, 
I proved - our bond won't break.

Colour Dreams - Poetry

Praying for the best

bbarden