Motionless Poem by Diana van den Berg

Motionless



As lonely as
a solitary black umbrella
shining with rain
on a dimlit night,
she sits like a gravestone,
grey hair cascading
down her tired shoulders,
surrounded by momentos
in her silent home,
willing
her children back
for so long now...
she would tell them
about the lemon tree
if only it would matter...

(25 November 2006)

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Diana van den Berg

Diana van den Berg

Durban, South Africa
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