Night Tradition

Canopy of My Heart Series

J.E. Ward
NIGHT TRADITION
It has been
9,864 of them

Nights which have come and gone
The putting to bed the events of our day
Light fading into amber by the glow of our lamp
-and then darkness

I hear you
I feel you
I smell you
I see you by the slithers of light
that steal their way into our room

You extend your arm
I lay my head
You pull me close

We laugh
We fuss
We share
We play
We pray
We love

We spend the last of our day
this way until sleep takes control
and we turn our separate ways

It amazes me how something that's 9.864 nights old
can feel as warm and new as
The first night.

Published by J.E. Ward

Writing has been my passion since I was six when I published my first picture book. In fifth grade, I wrote a play about my class, and my best friend showed it to everybody when I told her not to. My best fr...  View profile

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  • Vincent Eggleston Jr12/1/2010

    great one.

  • Gregory M. Harshfield11/30/2010

    Goosebumps. Not many things I have read in my life do that to me.

  • Patrice Carpenter11/27/2010

    I remember those days. ;)

  • Stephanie Jeannot11/27/2010

    Beautiful and passionate.

  • BigManBigTruck11/27/2010

    Wow! very touching! I'm sure the 10kth night would be a very special one. Popcorn & Chitterlings. LOL

  • Carol Roach11/26/2010

    another wonderful poem

  • Zona Zirconia11/26/2010

    loving poetry :)

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