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Nana
Contributed by
Debris
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Saturday, 1st May 2010 @ 05:10:01 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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I go home as I sometimes do now,
to be social- to see the change.
Waving at the same old neighbours,
careful that I don't get chained.
I'm reminded of infant days gone,
in your kitchen- that humming fridge.
Now I see you and you're the small one.
Can’t help but notice that your face is getting thin
I long to hear you but you make no sense now.
I wish for quiet as you’re moaning on.
I look to mother, she can’t see what I can.
She smiles as she pours your tea.
Will I get the chance to say it?
Do I even want to hear the word?
I want you to know you are valued,
I should have said it when you understood.
Praying for a moment just to touch you-
let you know that I remember your grace.
So I do as the cups are clattered,
your cloudy eyes fix on my face.
I like to think that you get my meaning.
I think you do so I hold your hand.
I feel the softness of its wrinkled flesh
and I remember when you held mine.
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Debris
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Re: Nana
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by ladyfawn on
Saturday, 1st May 2010 @ 08:18:07 AM AEST
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truly beautiful, strong message,
hugs n' love nessa |
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Re: Nana
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by Nevilleconnie on
Saturday, 1st May 2010 @ 06:08:31 PM AEST
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| A beautifully written poem. The emotions were expressed very well. Great job. |
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