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Floating Past
Contributed by
ever1der
on
Saturday, 27th February 2016 @ 07:58:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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His lips smeared with chocolate ice-cream
tears streaming down his chubby, pale cheeks.
Reaching out to me as if to a log
that can keep him from drowning.
I will myself to float on past.
No longer able to care for him
I must let him go.
Too old and too sick ...
Want must give way to reality.
Desire and ability
now two different things.
The chasm grows ever wider.
He stands there
big green eyes watching me
as I pack his little clothes.
My voice barely able to speak.
Bronchitis mixed with tears.
Gruff and hoarse.
We had planned a picnic today.
The weather is nice ...
Now I cannot hold back the tears.
I point to his small black cowboy boots
steering him toward them,
away from me.
There will be no picnic
Just extra food in the basket
that will grow stale and stink
until I toss it out.
Anger broils inside.
Why can/'/t life be easy just once?
I broil against life
I broil against me
against age and illness ...
The F word goes against the grain
but I would gladly shout it to the hilltops
if only it would help.
Copyright ©
ever1der
... [
2016-02-27 19:58:00] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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