She hadn't been alive
She has not long realised
The darkness
The cupboard she was in
The broom her hands were sweeping
That mess
That was never hers
The washing basket
That never emptied
Of which she never filled
The money
She never spent
The window
Was never open
The grass
Never green
The music
She never heard
The books
Told no story
The questions
Were never answered
She now
Has chosen her coffin
She knows
The wishes she wants
She is not afraid of dying
But she wants
Her final want
She knows
What she doesn't want
She knows
Her wants are simple
She knows
The pure beauty of living
She knows
Her want to give
To enjoy
Every moment, there is
Copyright Reserved 18th July 2015
Lyn Paul
Oh! What a brilliant write it is. So nively speculated. I like most lines are .. She knows What she doesn't want She knows Her wants are simple She knows The pure beauty of living. Many thanks for posting.....10
The story of a sad, miserable, mundane life. Yet this lady wants to give joy to others. A beautiful thought, Lyn. I enjoy reading poems That have a strong message for humanity.
Thank you so much for this outstanding write Lyn! The thankless job of looking after our loved ones is beautifully portrayed but this woman is the essence of love and the truth of wanting to give, she is fulfilled as she sees the beauty of living!
Strength! ! Courageous! She is not afraid of dying. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
such is the beauty of the poem that it speaks of every lady next door, who spends her time cleaning the mess of others, who does not have time to hear the soft music she loves, to open the window and enjoy the green grass. Now the time has come to rest in the coffin, the eternal rest. A very lovely poem indeed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your words ring with wonder, and beauty.