Poetry of times that have been
Withered old hands,
Silky feeling skin,
Clothes all knitted and the night has drawn in
Turning up the fire
Sitting down so carefully
Slippers on tucked in and the telly is flashing images
The cat is asleep on your chair
You are alone
You think about the past times of youth
You smile to yourself
You feel the memories flood in and you watch them dance out in your mind,
You remember the day of your wedding
You remember the first time you held your first born,
You remember graduating; you remember walking up the ladder of life,
You remember the funerals; you remember the heart ache,
You remember the tears and how it all sat still
How the earth felt like it had paused for that time
How the sun felt less bright
How the rain seemed to carry on falling even in the summer sun
How the waves in the sea seemed much darker than before
How the house felt so empty
The fire crackles and it makes you pause
You look over at the mantel piece
Decorated with pictures of those amazing passed by memories
Grandchildren, weddings, graduation,
Heart pours out onto the fall,
That fluffy carpet is covered in love and amazing moments in life.
Thankful, able to leave now it’s all played out
The play of your life has had its encore
The audience are on their feet, clapping to every note of your gratitude
The curtain slowly meets in the middle for one last time,
The cat purrs loudly,
You take a deep breath and you close your eyes...
Outside its snowing, outside its calm
The stage is now empty... By KimFace
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