Counting the Days.
Come quick
Before the blossom fades away
Before it goes
Never to be
Again.
I’m standing on the threshold
Looking out.
I call to you
A silent shout.
Who are you now
And what have you become ?
And will I recognise
That once familiar son ?
Come quick
Before the blossom falls away
Come steady
Through the bridging years
And being here
Forgive me please…
My joyous tears.
July 2014
Kristine Byrne