I should not be concerned with taking pictures of flowers.
Nor picking out flowers for my wedding that may never be.
I should be laying flowers on your grave, so cold, so cold...
I should not be thinking about my skin being soft.
Nor skin being soft on my children that may never be.
I should be holding firm your hand still, so cold, so cold...
I should not be distressed about crying once a day.
Nor take ill crying over lovers that may never be.
I should be shedding tears over your body, so cold, so cold...
I should not take care to sing so sweet and so smooth.
Nor singing to practice for others that may never be.
I should be humming near your deaf ear, so cold, so cold...
I should not wonder about kissing so carefully now.
Nor hoping to kiss as well for faces that may never be.
I should be kissing your forehead pallid, so cold, so cold...
I should not be worried about breathing tomorrow.
Nor even breathing for a future that may never be.
I should be lying in a grave deep down, so cold, so cold...
But I do.
I notice the flowers.
I worry over things vain.
I cry.
I sing.
I kiss.
I breathe.
Because that is the way you would want it.
Amanda Saveley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-things-i-do-for-you/
