In Memorium Poem by willow moon pearce

I always believed in permanence
Happy days remembered
Childhood, slow and achingly
Endless.

As my years progressed
Changes, so slow to be subtle
Gently remind us we are getting older
And as we age
We lose aspects of life.

I remember Dad, so muscular and handsome
Time drifted us slowly apart
At his end, a part of me died too
Fleetingly, as tears on your cheek.

My Mother I always thought invincible
Never complaining and always cheerful.
When my father died
She shrunk away each day by inches
Not wanting to wake to an empty bed
Or a cup of tea for one
Her suffering was not unoticed
And when she could face no more
Dying by inches
Became yards-------
When she died
My thoughts of mortality
Became fixed----permanent.