Buntys Honour

 

 

     My Sisters eyes so wide,

a cardboard cut out day has arrived -

and very far the next,

     someone she had known had

taken time to buy a solemn gift.

 

     Her lonely bedroom stare

now alive with sudden hope,

     a paper doll to dress,

a dinner party too – in all

her finery and regal splendour.

 

     A brush of air from open window -

the dolls fall upon the mat - a pause

upon her twelve years old, as the sky

     outside requests a vacant gaze,

‘perhaps it isn’t cardboard cut out day at all.’

 

     Ten years now the sky has

stolen all her vision,

     and every day is cardboard

cut out day as two dimensionals

knock upon her door.

 

     ‘this wind can blow and blow,

blow further than brick and straw,

yet the only falling sounds you’ll hear,

     are her many tears upon the floor.’

 

 

Michael J Waite 7th July 2022 for S, & J xxx