Another poem inspired by the amazing rockband Queen
She is asleep.
I tiptoe to kitchen for
some quiet hours of writing.
I encourage her to purue her
path to happiness.
I know how much happiness
I have found with my singing.
My step through life is easier
because of it.
She has not found hers yet.
I hope she will one day.
I hope she finds happiness and
it is a comfort to her when I am gone.
She needs to learn to look after herself
I reluctantly leave her in
The Lap of the Gods.
