Whisper of Hope
I enter you room quietly
Hoping you will finally be awake,
Instead, you lay motionless on your pillow.
As I bend down to kiss you, I softly whisper.
“The Roses are blooming.”
The doctors are saying that it does not Look good
You just cannot, leave me I need you!
Who will say, “I love you” when I am sad?
Who will understand when I am angry?
Who will laugh when I act a little crazy?
I would be alone, and afraid without you!
My Sigh echoes through the room as I turn to leave,
On the threshold I take one last glance at you something is different.
Your, begging me to come closer,
When I bend down in the slightest whisper you say.
“I love you too!”
I squeeze your hand and know then that the roses are really truly blooming!