Alive but not living.A Poem by GeeLiving after the death of a life-long love
In armchair old his body slumped
beside the unlit fire, in a rested state, serenaded by that evenings crickets choir. Old and weary, bathed and clean fresh clothes against his skin, a hearty meal he'd tiredly ate lay heavy deep within. His age lined face, sun baked and dry, fatigued, tired eyes half shut, a ribbon red on jaw line shaved where carelessly he'd cut. Strains of "their" song filled the air a smile played 'cross his lips, he pictured his wife of fifty years as she was all breasts and hips. A tear he wiped from parchment cheek a tear of loss and love, two years now since she left his arms to wait for him above. Two years alive not living he wanted off life's ride, ready now in prayer he'd asked to be taken to her side. © 2017 GeeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorGeeMilton keynes, United KingdomAboutDevoted family man and lover of life. Simply written, easily understood "stuff" for those without code breaking skills. You will NEVER need Google to understand me:) more..Writing
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