As I lay dying,
in this shared room of pain
I see my son`s eyes.
Concern and pain reflect
to me.
No others near me
I have outlived my family
and no friends are close,
I have no friends.
Son adjusts my pillow
I smell his scent
but it seems like a baby`s
fresh and pure and clean.
I smile an inch
try to raise my hand,
Expire.............
C2004 Deabler,V.T.
12 comments:
I think with all this pain, we're best left hiding under the bed! Wrenching V...
I loved it the first time; love it more this time. *Barb*
Me, too! I liked it the first time and I love it now. So profound! There, I'm all caught up. And had fun doing so. Love, gloria
I see an a bald headed son in a yellow cardigan sweater and an old man in white/blue pajamas reaching out from white sheet. I like yellow cardigans. :)
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*** Coy ***
Sad but reality. The words are put well. ~V
This piece is both painful AND peaceful. Its really very lovely V. ~Sooz
beautiful and sad all at the same time.
kathy
Loving, peaceful, poignant, sweet, sad but reality based.
I've noticed that it doesn't matter if you have a happy or a sad topic in your poetry -- that regardless of that, you do it 100%.
The happy ones leave the reader weightless, smiling, amazed at your beauty. The sad ones create feelings of deep grief/ despair, a heaviness of spirit, watery eyes -- but again, amazement at your beauty.
You're a talented poet, Vince, with a very special ability to touch your reader's soul. I don't think you realize how precious that gift is. (((much love)))
Wow, very good. Sad reality.
Monica
Bittersweet. beautiful....
When I first started writing poetry as a teen, I wrote about death all the time. Death scares me and intrigues me. My brother thought I was whacked, lol...
What a beautiful poem, and what I hope for myself someday.
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