“Your Quiet Whispers”


By Rebecca Berg



Your quiet whispers linger

Reminding me of the many things

You did for me

That now I do for mine:


              Bandage the scrapes and bruises

              Kiss the tears away

              Busy my needle on the torn pant knee


              Picnics at the park

              Pushing the swings higher and higher

              Feeding the frantic, quacking ducks


              Stories and cuddling at bedtime

              Tucking the covers in

              And, Now I lay me down…


Would that you were here to tuck me in;

Keep whispering.