Those childhood cares,
A lack of worries,
Ignorant childhood bliss,
The world laid out on a plate.
Novel experiences all around.
New people, places and things.
The world, an empty canvas,
To be filled with life.
Onwards through the march of time.
To a point where you do not know,
Where the time has gone.
Gone before missed.
Those childhood cares,
Gone in a flash.
To be replaced by others.
New fears and cares,
To replace the old.
More novel times, novel experiences.
To chart a way from those childhood cares.
Waiting for your call,
Happiness there in present,
Waiting for your call.
It may never come.
But I’ll be waiting, hoping.
I’m sorry, but this is me.
My care. My hope.
Don’t you worry, you don’t need to call.
You don’t need to worry,
Don’t need to force a call.
Just do what you have to do.
And I will do mine.
Just waiting, for your call.
Hoping it’s not in vain.
Knowing you would never hurt me,
I just am hoping for a call.
That may come. Or may never come.
The hope gives me something.
A happiness in waiting,
Intense feelings when fulfilled.
A reminiscent happiness that lingers after.
Knowing you are good.
Knowing you are kind.
There is this happiness in the world.
I am fine.
Waiting for your call, that may never come.
But I go on waiting, in happiness, in hope.
The meaning of care,
A word here or there,
A friendly mind,
Your hand in mine.
Letting me know someone is there,
That someone cares.
Knowing that someone cares.
My kindness, my care,
To make you feel better,
Help you feel alright.
Even if I fail. I would have won;
If you knew you had someone who cares.
Someone to talk to when totally alone.
A shoulder to cry on, when needed.
A person, hanging onto your friendship.
A person who will never let you fall,
And if I can’t stop it.
I will not let you fall alone.
I’ll be there every step of the way.
To let you know,
This is my.
My meaning of care.
The wall in my way,
Cleared away by my heavy hand.
The water parted by my will.
The truth rising from the sea of black,
The sun coming out from behind the dark figure,
Darkness disipating with screams and shouts,
My breaking through of all adversity.
Breaking out into the warmth of the light.
Breaking out into the life I want to live,
The life that’s good living.
Nothing will stand in my way,
Thrown to the side,
I will get it,
I will move past all troubles,
Bringing all my friends,
Picking them up, and carrying them.
Nothing will stand in the way of my will.
As there is nothing stopping you.
Those small gatherings,
Care, laughter and happiness.
All lingering, fondly within the darkness of my mind.
The truest light, to shine throughout the shadows,
As a lighthouse in the pitch black night of the world.
Smile in total, beaming.
Ecstatic, and in ecstasy, total bliss and brilliance.
What? Why? How?
Questioning the reality,
Of these blissful moments.
Of these little times,
These little gatherings and how you bring me into my own life.