You’re always there for me, no matter what,
No matter what your day has been
You never falter moving far from me.
A talent, a dream or something else
Once I thought I could not tell, why you stood
Close by to me but, if asked was I
I could not tell a lie
Why you stand beside me so.
A fixture true depend upon
Have I grown used to you?
You stand so tall, so rigid, tight
Your strength in unwords, spoken
Softly, maybe into the night
Whilst Owls stand guardians by,
As you now sleep, and I
Awake now lie.
You’re always there, in heart with soul
In hand, close by you always stand
So tall as if a solider, sentry
Guarding life and limb;
Beneath my favourite blossomed tree
In splendour summer noonday shines.
Whilst we picnic in hearts’ dream
As daisy chains through fingers, now doth entwine.
© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, 2012