Velvetine

I took you out, the other day.
I said I'd send you far away.
You just stood there, shook your head.
I'd rather stay here, here in my bed.
You can't do that, you'd hear me say.
Then, yet again, I'd go away.
Only to return, pause at the door.
Go away, Mom, it's quater to four.

I'd stroke your hair on summers night.
Those dreams of yours were quite a fright.
They'd come and go, stay for the week.
Usually child's game of hide and seek.

One night, you came to me.
Shaking your head screaming not me, not me.
I held you tight, tears blurred my sight.
Is this how I'll spend the rest of my night?

When screams turn to murmurs, murmurs to dust.
I'd whisper in your ear, you must, you must.
Was it today, maybe last week.
You came to me, looking rather meek.
Okay mother I heard you say.
I'll leave, I've packed, I'm gone today.

I rose from the desk, this time not best.
To hear you whisper, is this my test?
I hug you tight, button your vest.
Watch you run into the chest.
You feel for the door.
My wish for you, no more, no more.

I see you off, wave you good bye.
I know you wont see,
Just look, and sigh.

You have never seen colour,
You have never seen rain.
You have never seen this world, never the same.

For you my eyes, my soul, my heart.
In the hope it'll give you a better start.
Though you cannot see,
I wish for you, a life with out me.
You are mine and the worlds be free.

Good luck, my little one.
My first,
My last,
My Velvetine.