<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=382573" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>precious</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She fell asleep on my shoulder.<br>I could hear her breathing sound.<br>My shoulder was getting uncomfortable<br>but I would not shift around.<br>I couldn't see her face it seemed<br>and even if I could<br>I could not tell if she dreamed? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maybe she was dreaming of way back when<br>she was twenty and I was twenty-two.<br>Could anyone dream that far back<br>or was her memory gone in her dream too? <br>Slowly she had drifted away from me<br>and all that we'd ever been<br>was no longer our reality.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The days were long. The nights were short<br>and the mornings were always the same.<br>I looked at her. She looked at me<br>and asked, 'What's my name? '<br>I smiled at her and answered 'Precious' my dear.<br>'Oh' she then would exclaim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each day had become a sorrowful scene<br>and the time had finally come<br>when I knew I could no longer care for her.<br>My emotions were completely numb.<br>I felt her move on my shoulder<br>and I knew she'd come awake.<br>I grasped her so I could hold her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She asked me 'Where are we going? '<br>I told her we're going home.<br>And so our lives which had once been blessed<br>had finally come to rest.<br>No more would I feel the weight of her head<br>sleeping on my shoulder<br>and the days of my life became colder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edwina+Reizer">Edwina Reizer</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=382573" data-title="Precious de Edwina Reizer" data-description="She fell asleep on my shoulder. I could hear her breathing sound. My shoulder was getting uncomfortable but I would not shift around. I couldn't see her face it seemed and even if I could I could not tell if she dreamed? Maybe she was dreaming o..."></div> </div> </div>

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