Her eyes were a hollow gray,
She had left some time ago.
The sweetness of her clumsily stumbling words,
No longer carried weight.
A woman, alongside her husband,
Stood miles from shore with time as a witness,
A smile lost at sea.
Many recipients waited patiently,
Many faces she could no longer see.
Amongst all indiscernible beings.
A stranger's love still remains,
Carrying her by the hand.
"Mama, time for dinner"
The man would sweetly say.
He would take her by the hand,
And with a subtle smile would sit her at the table,
As her eyes remained lost,
Anchored to a corner in the room.
His hands wrapped a napkin gently around her neck,
Within moments she would hear yet again,
The sound of the stranger,
"Mama, open wide, here's your food."
Almost instinctively,
She would open her mouth,
Not before giving the stranger a delicate smile,
For the next moments,
The stranger and her would sit,
Right in front of each other.
She slowly chewed her food,
As the man waited patiently,
For moments,
Only to do it again,
And again,
Lovingly so,
Until she was done.
She would eat happily.
As loving muscle memory takes hold,
Occasionally,
Between spoons she would look around,
More strangers,
Silhouettes of beings she could not discern,
Surrounded her.
They would all smile to her in unison,
It is our universal understanding,
A language without needs of explanation,
Nothing complicated,
Pure and simple
A smile,
A laugh,
It was all she did those days,
As close as a human touch,
As far,
Yet visible,
As the moon in the sky.
"Mama, time for a nap"
The man would say,
Stretching his hand to her,
Stumbling her grasp,
She would slowly oblige,
Off to bed with a smile,
Awaiting another day.
Another day,
For her encapsulated spirit to rest.
For her mind and body,
Live in a slow divide,
Hanging by a thread,
She lives with us,
Anchored to this world,
Hoping soon to be free at last.
Until that day,
Her son Lovingly,
Breathes life into her,
Until time is up,
And the dove decides to spread its wings.
Unto eternity.
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PoetryThe purpose of this poetry book is one of defiance. Not to others, or anything in particular. It is against the war we wage internally, against ourselves every day. There is no bigger challenge in life than facing your thoughts, your true emotions...
