by Corrinna Pole
 Stop!
Please, Time you evil thing.
Breaking my heart with the cold "click click" of your hands.
Slowly wiping away the touches and feelings just felt.
The memories, breaking into you.
It
feels like I'm walking up Marshmallow stairs,
Day in and out as we come and go.
Each day you get a little heavier in my arms,
My back feeling that sweet ache of strain.
It
was the sweetest and saddest day,
7 weeks, 2 days, 1 hour ago,
It seemed so fast that my body felt a little disconnected from it all,
But here you are and that's my reward,
My reward, as well as my punishment.
To
hold you is bliss,
To smell you divine.
To know that one-day you will be on your own,
It kills me.
I'm
glad you can not see these silent silver tears,
As
they roll down my cheeks to dry on my breast.
They are tears of joy and bitterness,
That I am powerless to stop,
That damnable "tic tic tock"
"I
love you" are words,
Your father and I agree are far to hollow a cup,
To hold the liquidity of what we mean.
So we invented another and in doing so, you,
Our special creations forever belong to no one but us.
This
is the word that I feel,
When I look at you.
It's more than just love,
It's what is.
It's
both glory and grief to see you grow.
But I will preserve it all,
When time can not touch it,
And man can not see,
In the depths of my heart,
You will always be.
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