Here It Comes AgainA Poem by Chris Shaw(Anniversary thoughts of mum’s last night)
the build up leading to
that last night a floral touch lamp on low light covid restrictions in full swing mum in the final throes of dying her green eyes half closed i’m crying inside wish i could run and hide sis and i in that room first floor one one two blue curtains already grieving sis lying on the floor looking at the shadows spooked on the ceiling me slumped on a chair by the door the rest rolls restless in my head better it isn’t said better it travels with the dead some things don’t go away some things sit beneath the skin some things like to stay to erupt when ready like a boil about to burst to release all that seeping pain here it comes again © 2024 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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24 Reviews Added on January 12, 2024 Last Updated on January 14, 2024 AuthorChris 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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