Cold Afternoon

Remembermy departed parentsing

Cold Afternoon

(For Mum and Dad)

Cold afternoon,

Aware of you Mum

Closer than breathing

Here where a stone

Recalls your journey

Into the endless light.

Dad with you

Also gone into the

Clear seeing that

All life is one and

Movement toward life

Beyond reach of utterance.

George Coombs

Reviews

[Gee]

Not much mention, if ever, of adult orphans. It's as if because of age those left behind do not merit the sympathy, understanding that a child does. I'm fortunate that my mum is still alive and kicking, my dad buggered off 50 years ago and met the reaper early, a case of what goes around I think.
I'm sorry for your losses George.

[George Coombs]

Thankyou Gee, good to hear from you

[Relic]

I think the cold reflects in the heart a well when a beloved parent dies. My mother died in winter. I remember putting a rose on her coffin with snow around. It wasn't easy.

That quiet stone Is too quiet. A great poem George.

[George Coombs]

Thankyou so much for your visit and for sharing your expierence