The whispers of flurries are etching their names
into the dark wind of a wintery night.
They call out to me softly, "Never forget!
as long as there is hope, 'Twill all be alright."
This economy sucks, in the crudest of terms,
and my husband has grown so far away.
Work prioritizes over anything else,
I struggle to just stick it out everyday.
Is there no balance that we can accept?
Between work and home, and family too,
I am thankful he'll be taking some time,
tomorrow with all the vacation accrued.
Now he lies sleeping, still as a stone,
one arm above him, still clad in his jeans.
The shading is now darker upon his eyelids,
I hope he finds peace, awaiting him in his dreams.
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That's such a sweet wish for someone. Resting is such a simple thing, but when we can't get enough of it, we realize how important it is. I enjoyed reading it. One thing: In the first line, you switched the 'i' and the 'e' in 'their'. : ) Great write. -R.T
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