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