MAURICE

MAURICE

“Rest your tiny mind 

On my reconstructed chest

And know you’ll be okay.

This life’s a test:

I’ve wrestled it through compromise

And you can do the same.”

He spoke so plainly,

A man so gravely in doubt.

Succumbed to frailty,

A wisdom on its way out.

“Don’t wilt on me now,

Take a piece of me and live,

I’d half myself for you.”

Desperate sedatives 

Pour like morphine from my mouth

And fill his little room. 

I pleaded with Him,

An ultimatum with God.

“It’s your decision,

But I wish it was not.”

I can only hope 

That his strength runs in my veins,

But I feel broken.

Eyes that fill with rain

Gaze vacantly through empty skies,

I’m eroding. 

He held me naked,

A baby born into life. 

He saw my shapeless,

I hope he got out alive.

What could we have done

To postpone his moving on?

We were helpless.

His voice in my song

Rings out from that old gilded cage

And ends up somewhere else…