Twilight Stories
Twilight Stories
He would go ranting,
I walked listening,
My stories were fillers
To his, in between the babbling
Yet, I loved it so
Waking up to a handsome face
That of my only son,
I never thought it a privilege
Until he is gone
With a promise to not return
His warmth, his laughter,
His silence, his maunder,
Bind my heart to his
Twilight stories after sunset
Wherever he is
What’s to be of the
Conventions, traditions, rituals,
When the reality that
Glued two humans
And warmed my heart
Have now disappeared…