The Withered Vine
I watch her slowly
fall from grace
Her body still
Her mind displaced
New memories
no longer stay
they simply
just
drift a w a y
Like a mist around
a mountain old
that dissipates
as the dawn unfolds
She's there in body
but sparse of mind
Sometimes it's hard
to seek, and find
The vibrant woman
she used to be
The brightest bloom
of our family
has withered frail
Her petals shed
to drift away
like words unsaid
I remember you holding
my hand, so small
And running through
the grass, so tall
Towards the horizon:
A magical land!
Where time was a colourful
shifting sand
That paid no heed
to life or death
It simply lived
for every breath
And everyone
who made it there
Soared like birds
into the air
And weaved a rainbow
for all to see
So loved ones knew
they, now, were free.
We never could make it
to that horizon far
So I wish upon
the brightest star
When all around you
start to fade
You return to the place
where we once played
And there you'll reach
that magical land
To weave your rainbow
in the colourful sand
?
Stephen Atkinson
Wed 2nd Jun 2021 19:47
Thank you K.J. sorry to hear about your Mother. It's an awful thing to witness. And, we seem to hear more & more of it these days, although, perhaps it's always been there, but was just referred to as 'old age'
Anyway Thanks!