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other sip of wine. Some days I spend the afternoon watching her ghost weed the garden and tend to her flowers. Some nights I pray that God will take me home to heaven so that I might hold her in my arms and watch the sunset forever.</p><p id="dade">Copyright © 2020 by Harley King</p><p id="737f">If you liked this poem, you may also like <b>At Heaven’s Gate</b>.</p><div id="eb00" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/at-heavens-g

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A Lover’s Prayer

A Poem

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She picks yellow roses from the bushes in our backyard. I listen to the chatter of sparrows and hope that tomorrow will bring her back into my arms. A white butterfly flutters nearby and I take another sip of wine. Some days I spend the afternoon watching her ghost weed the garden and tend to her flowers. Some nights I pray that God will take me home to heaven so that I might hold her in my arms and watch the sunset forever.

Copyright © 2020 by Harley King

If you liked this poem, you may also like At Heaven’s Gate.

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Death
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