Empty Vases

 

Where once a bright bouquet

of summer roses bloomed,

where once a smile like morning sun

radiantly lit the room,

now only an empty vase stands,

unaware of its useless plight,

and only shadows slowly roam

throughout the day and night.

 

Where once her lilting laughter

played like chimes in the wind,

where once her love and support

meant all the world to him,

now only silence greets him

as he wanders alone and forlorn,

and memory seems to flicker

without substance, shape or form.

 

He reaches out for a hug,

for a hand he needs to clasp,

and his tears continue to flow

for a life he can’t quite grasp,

for a family he wants to remember

but whose names have slipped away,

and he wonders who these people are

who visit him each day.

Reviews

[Polly Lewis]

This is so poignant. It flows beautifully, and the twist from her to him is so subtle you almost miss it.
Extremely well executed and a remarkable read.