Too early for the sun
Your lips sprinkle my cheek and jaw
Whispered word penetrates sleep —
“I look upon you with great favor.”
A groggy mental eye roll, yet
my heart lifts, reaching toward
but my grasp is frail.
Grace slips away as you slip out the door.
I turn over, curling up
under blankets,
searching my darkness.
Your words play hide-and-seek,
until I fully awaken and remember,
my whole self wraps tightly around
your benediction, holding me together.
See, I do hear you sometimes.
Even when you don’t make sense.
Even when I find you hard to believe.
I get up, wondering what I will
say today.
Prairie Sings 
Beautiful. I wanted to read more!