She wakes up
Grabs a cup of coffee
Tells herself everything is alright
She makes some food
Her hands touching ingredients
Ten wrinkled wands flavouring them with care
She watches a TV show
Age blesses her with a nap
Wind whispers her a story
In wich this woman would never feel sad
Reality calls her name
Of course it was a dream
She never knew a life without pain
Nothing is quite as it seems
Out of the window, the Sun says goodbye
'I'll come back tomorrow
to warm you and your life'
In a couple of hours Moon is there already
'For 81 years you see me in sky hanging
I'll always be here to remind you to be steady'
She's already feeling tired
Her back is very arched
The soul a long time bent
Knees are hurting
But she can still pretend
She stares at the living room
From her core a trace of gloom
Brought by the memory of a man
Saying 'I'm leaving' with a suitcase in his hand
Once again she swears it's fine
Back to routine
Every day and every night
She doesn't complain
It's already past midnight
What was that sound?
Where it's being played?
It seems to be a lullaby
It makes her feel safe
With a kiss and a pinch of faith
Time surrounds her with a cozy embrace
'You do not have to be scared
Of you I'll take care
And if your burdens you can't bear
Think of me and I'll be there'
Now she's trying to get some sleep
Praying to something she cannot see
Falls asleep, starts to dream
In wich shiny lights protect her skin
These lights are divine intervention
But maybe just a dream in her sceptical mind
Those lights are Gods and Goddesses
Preparing her soul for one more day in this life.
Ananda... I agree with david on this one... great write..10
yes very visual, and makes me a little scared of being old and alone
This is like an invisible dream that keeps this person alive. I thought iot would be death at the end. You brought an unpredictable end and it was a poem well done.
Very nicly done Amanda, very well written, I like this alot :)
Tenderly and thoughtfully written. A nice piece, thank you Annie.
I have a fondness for the elderly. Thank you for this write. Its very caring.
Out of the window, the Sun says goodbye 'I'll come back tomorrow to warm you and your life' I love dat verse...keep writting yh
Well done! You must have had such a build up of words in that brilliant mind of yours to write so much so fast! The only shame is that you waited till now to get them out of your head and into the world: -) . Thanks for being brave and sharing. Keep up the writing. DK
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ananda a most profound write about loneliness and old age. Very visual in its telling. Beautiful write. Top Marks from me, thanks for sharing it my friend. David