![]() Silence, a Virtue or Not?A Poem by Chris Shaw![]() (make your own mind up, I wonder what my brother really thought)![]()
I have heard it said, that hearing
is the last sense to depart before the heart gives way. That August day, I kept talking, knowing he was walking close to the crossroads of no return. Knowing he was near to parting and waiting for the sigh of his last breath. I didn't pause to rest. I couldn't stop the waterfall of words cascading from my lips, gentle whispers, flowing in a stream. In my grief, I believed my voice should stay with him, he had no choice. I wonder what he would have said about this matter and the constant chatter he couldn't escape? As I held his hand, maybe he would complain I was nagging him to death, or maybe he would understand that I feared his lack of company on a journey to eternity without the bond of family.
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Added on December 26, 2018Last Updated on December 26, 2018 Author![]() Chris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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