A Peaceful Goodbye

It's passing, the time.

Do you see, there have been lines on your face
for some while now.
Do you hear, your voice has crippled,
it caws and gurgles, I daresay it rarely sings anymore.
Do you know, have you felt it.

Do you think on that old chair you never move from?
I'm here!
Why don't you speak?
Have you forgotten my face, my voice?

"There's light, a quite bright one. Turn it off?"
Was that you? I don't think I saw your lips move?
Was that your scratchy tone?

"Alas my dear.
Chelsea, it's been many years...."
She's not here anymore, don't you remember the funeral?

Granpa, where'd the light in your eyes go?
Why are you so cold?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Old age will come. Will need the young folks to take care of us when we are and gray. I like the flow and the purpose of the story. A wise person spend time with elders and try to learn the wisdom of a long life. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Mary]

this is so well written and true. It's sad and honest.

[Craig2591]

My wife works in a nursing home and sees this everyday. Dementia can be a very sad thing to watch. You have captured someone's last moments well.

[Inyourshadow]

Beautiful poem such emotion and such sadness, the light in his eyes faded this is so touching, you had me thinking of losing my own grand father as a child, the mark of great poetry to be able to affect anothers as did yours. Keep em' coming

[Initium]

This was really beautiful. I've never felt this, but I could imagine it so well with how you wrote it.
I especially loved "caws and gurgles." GREAT imagery.
Thank you for writing this.