"Breathe" - Rachel Hunt Steenblik

I tiptoe quietly into my daughter’s room,
to see if she’s still breathing.
Her chest rises and falls, a hand moves. She sighs.

I tiptoe quietly into my Mother’s heaven,
to see if she’s still breathing.
Her chest rises and falls, a hand moves. I sigh,
relieved to know God isn’t dead.

God tiptoes quietly into my room,
to see if I’m still breathing.
My chest rises and falls, a hand moves. She smiles,
relieved to know I’m sleeping.


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