“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.