IN HIS DEATH

Poem was written for one of my foster children

The crystal lamp on the table is aglow

as she lays in the stillness unable to sleep. 

lurking nearby is daddy

casting familiar shadows on the hallway wall.

 

The doorway manifests a figure

where the shadows of lace curtains used to sway.

adding decorum, a flare of dignity

blowing eagerly, innocently in the night.

 

Echoes of pitter-patter

advance

tossing shadows, no longer clouded.

 

Upon the white ceiling

the pillows, the shades, the lamp.

 

Her mind racked with pain

drifts in and out of despair

magnetizing, drawing her in

seeking solace now, only in his death.

Reviews

[just is]

deep write, that is powerful, nicely done