Jeannie Poem by John Mackinnon

Jeannie - 27/12/15

Jardine Jean Bennie - 5/4/29 - 10/5/16

These same eyes of wondering
Once wondered,
New from her mothers womb,
Surrounded by the things
They could not recognise.
These tiny hands, blue veined
Were pondering
Her parents touch
Rested gently upon them,
With questions in unseeing eyes
Who are you?
Who am I?
Why am I here?

The wheel must turn
And these, your mothers seeing eyes
Are wandering,
Knew, but cannot recognise you.
These tiny hands, blue veined
Are pondering your touch
Rested gently upon them.
The questions burn,
'Who are you?
Who am I?
Why am I here?

'My time has passed for leaving
My day is done, receding
As my heart beats only
For the whispered minutes remaining.
I am close now,
As a new-born is close
To beginning.
There is no need for talking now,
I have no need to eat.
All is understood.
Let me go, complete.
Now all is good.
Until we meet again