Won’t you wake up when I kiss your hands
I’ve kissed you a hundred —
Maybe a thousand times
Open your eyes, open your eyes
See what grand a day is greeting us
See the trees they sway
Hear the birds they chirp
Open your eyes, open your eyes
The hands of time clutch at your neck
Will my kiss be enough
To unwound them again
Does it hurt? Does it hurt?
I’m sure the way you need your mother
I too need what’s mine
Listen to my plea
Open your eyes, open your eyes
It isn’t safe and it never will be
Without you around
I am lost at sea
Open your eyes, open your eyes
Have I sinned? Don’t punish me so
If I kiss your hand
Would you break a smile and
Open your eyes, open your eyes?
Frank Solanki 
I saw my mother’s body and how desperately I just wanted her to wake up from one of her many naps… but it was too late for that. This was a very moving poem Frank!
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Thanks, Leigha. It is a very difficult memory. You take care and stay strong! Perhaps she will always stay awake in your heart.
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You are welcome. I try to keep those waking images alive. You take care too and I hope your new week starts on a happy note.
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Very touching,
This took me back to the day My mother passed away and how I was there, simply waiting for her to open her eyes – just that once at least.
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It must be a tough moment; a moment that will stay with you forever. Hope you are doing well now!
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Yes, you are right Frank. That moment is etched on the mind frame forever. Time is a big healer: I am fine but I miss her.
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Take care. You are a strong woman.
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Beautiful Frank❤️
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