there is still daylight

what if the sound of tiny feet
don't grace my hallways again
the dawn of my creating
is giving way to dusk
and then the darkness
when your body rests
so naturally against mine

I wonder what is in the store
that houses what is in store
for me, the anticipation
is tempered by the too long wait
and my body competing with me
trying to win out
but for what gain

it is strange to see things
fading gradually from possibility
faster escaping than my resolve
while beautiful indeed
the picture I have created
bears little resemblance
to what I had imagined

but I recognize it still
and know that it is me
and in the picture of health
I have not succumbed
to relenting in defeat
there is still time
for this dog to have her day