Thursday, June 25, 2015

The Past


In the past she would have
Made some comment as I came
In as I did just now from the yard
Having raked but a few leaves and
Edged but a tiny bit.  I was
Ready with my defense,
It was too hot it

Was all I could do.
Her eyes were closed.
Her lips moved slowly.
Softly humming
Moaning sounds,
Sweetly I would
Have said had I heard

Them years ago if she dreamt
Of some of the joy of those days.
Her eyes would have sparkled
Open and she would have
Smiled as she saw my wonderment.
Today she would call it
Worry, but she lies sleeping.

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