scrambled eggs

scrambled eggs

 

 

i hear voices chattering

from within the home

hear him laughing at space

 

he hears nothing

but his eyes dart around the room

and the smiles tell him he is understood

 

even though the stories make no sense anymore

he tells them anyway

 

and wonders if she's still listening

wherever she is

 

the clamor soon dies down,

time for bed check

 

his alone time

with thoughts of her lying beside him

 

next day's breakfast will bring more stories

he'll get through the day with a scrambled smile

a laugh or two

and hope she will save her last chuckle

for him

 

at their rendezvous 

when he hears that late night clock

ticking,

in what's left his mind.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/8/16

Reviews

[Shannon]

Wow. This one moved me. A few tears even. At first I thought it was just a coping mechanism, but reading back, you have told us what's happening early on, I just didn't read it.

Thanks for this one.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, S. Mi...

j.

[Another Relic]

I'm familiar with the routines and the sadness that leaks into the side of the mind. You try to ignore it but it's always there like tiny ants that crawl across a table. Thi is a sad one I can relate to. My subconscience hears that sound eggs make when being cooked. Those crackling sounds are as if another memory has faded away.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i am starting to feel and hear those tiny ants, myself, Autumn...


thank you for your words,

j.

[redzone]

such a bitter sweet poem Jacob.... bitter because he is fading as he ages... sweet because he holds onto those stories and hopes she is listening... it helps to keep him alive for however much longer...

reminds me of my mom who at 91 is beginning to show signs of her mind being a bit scrambled... she is still sharp but little things point to the fading.... forgetting the words she was about to say, there just a second ago but now lost to silence.... my dad helps her out but in some ways it doesn't help cause she relies on him to fill in her gaps rather than continue to fight for the words herself...

I especially liked his "alone time / with thoughts of her lying next to him" these are tender loving lines Jacob...

redzone

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Curt.

j.