EPISODE · Oct 25, 2023 · 1 MIN
Rest in my arms
from Poetry by Tim Windisch · host Tim Windisch
Rest in my arms No sun today, looking rather gray and in fact it’s mainly rain Despite my usual cloudy day aches, mama I don’t feel pain Cause today’s the day she’s driving through the marsh, past the farms Spread the news today the love of my life is coming to rest in my arms I got a case of jars, full to the top of the sunsets she missed that I save And too many empty Tylenol bottles that’d ease my head when I’d rave Lamenting about the lost time that I should’ve been buried in your charms It’s behind us at last thank God! The love of my life is coming to rest in my arms She’s been through days where she couldn’t distinguish the start from the end Patching wounds in and out, two more appear before she can begin to mend She thought she would never break free, that everything she touched she harms But her man is still standing tall, calling the love of his life to come rest in his arms As tomorrow’s become yesterdays, and next years are in the books The pages will be filled with happiness and joy for anyone who looks No more long sad faces, no more panic rooms, no more alarms Now she can take solace that every day she can come to rest in my arms Tim Windisch 10/25/2023
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