The Shadow of Lilith

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 12 Nov 2014
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Erase from my mind, endless afternoons
when mute silence – my sole reward for patience,
when I’d come to visit...endeavour  to engage you...
make small-talk about me – as a child,
perhaps...
 
and you’d seem not to hear; pace the floor, 
my eyes, trying to engage with yours – to make them
their home, as once it was.
 
I didn’t ask for much...we could have chatted
about the weather – meals you’d enjoyed, or otherwise;
something good you’d seen on TV... told me
that green suited me,
 
even that my cheeks looked a touch pale.  Playfully
pinch one...maybe.  Tell me to make sure I ate
that apple a day...Anything;
 
but no – it wasn’t to be. The last memory I have, 
is you, looking out the window – a woman 
I didn’t know from Adam, staring back,
and a man, outside, painting a fence
a darker shade of black.
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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

How sad, how difficult visiting in that situation, just hoping more is appreciated than shows, like when someone is in a coma. It there are earlier happy memories I suppose one has to fix on them. I'm so thankful that at present, both my in-laws are getting easier to make contact with than has been, as their aging progresses very fast, despite communication difficulties. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

How right you are, Rhiannon, and thank you, so much, for sharing your thoughts.   I wish your in-laws well.

Tina

 

Submitted by rjnewlyn on

Unfortunately ... (but you put it very well).

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Unfortunately, indeed, Rob.

Good to hear from you.

Tina

 

Submitted by scratch on

Excellent.  God; between the two of us we've cornered the market in morose.

Very good pome.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Haven't we, just?

Thanks for reading, scratch.  Appreciated.

Tina