You are there at my awakening,
Every morning as I arise to meet a new day.
Every smile I make or tear I shed
Is shadowed by your presence,
And though no one can tell you're there,
You are ever so present to me.
Your grip is tight
So I feel you constantly.
You will not leave
So I must live with you,
And pray that you will be
More gentle with me
Than you have been with others.
I do not want you
But appreciate you,
For you have taught me to love
That which I have not loved before.
Life.
by Marcus Langston (12-21-59 to 07-24-93)
