In her arms…

perched in the center of the pillows

I wait for her to come and hold me

so I can give her the soft comfort she needs

no matter how time flies

and I watch her age

she still needs me

she still wants me

sometimes she still squeezes me through the night

and even if I end up on the floor

or thrown, forgotten, in the corner

I know my time will come

to be perched in my spot

waiting to be in her arms again

 

-Turtleberry 2012