In the dark of early morning I lie awake
My mind is restless
My body twisted and uncomfortable
I try to sleep
Images of memories my pictorial past
My children
Faces and postures, incidents and occasions
Flip like a slideshow
The memories begin to fade, followed by words
Desperate words
Reaching out into my mind and beyond
The words long to be spoken
Oh my children my words are for you!
Waning for you is my role
The words carry the thoughts and experiences
Capsules of living
I will write the words and hope they are spoken
Even if whispered
I will hope that they are spoken
To you