I wonder...A Poem by GeeDrove past the care home where mum spent her last few years on this planet
I wonder how many of them, her friends, are still living
and who now inhabits her apartment, and I wonder if that inhabitant too has a son who visits to natter, clean the fridge, date check the food and make tea whilst listening to oft' repeated words. I also wonder if each time goodbyes are said whether he thinks this may well be the last goodbye, his last living memory of the one constant in his life as death a more than regular visitor to God's waiting room, calling without invitation to collect the last breath of all that live there. And when that time comes, as it surely will, I wonder if that son will be ready, prepared for the heartbreak, the devastation and subsequent loneliness that takes hold when hearing that news, those words. I wonder because I wasn't, and near 5 years on there is still an emptiness that memories cannot fill. © 2025 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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