One last thing before I go

I don't have tomorrow-It's being taken away from me
Without warning my future is gone
Stolen before I see them both grow

I watch them-my girls
Their little hands linked in mine
Eyes they've not yet grown into
Staring at me uncomprehending
What I'm trying to say-with words I can't find

I want to tell them I got them
That everyday they wake -They will wake to my kisses
That everytime they stumble
I will lift them high above my shoulders and carry them weightless

I want to tell them so much, my little girls
That as long as they live my arms will be their anchor
And my love will be the strength they draw from

I want more time but I don't have tomorrow

Valerie Masters