You stared blankly into space
As if looking at something
That only you could see.Then you opened your mouth to speak
About old friends and the fun times you had with them
And how there was only peace among everyoneYou said you wanted to go back to the old house
With the people you say were your real friends.We wish we could give you what you want.
But the house has been gone for over half a century
And your friends’ tombstones have even fadedI wiped a tear away as I felt I was no longer in your memory.
But I braved myself to ask, “Do you know who I am?”
You turned to look at me and softly said my name,And added, “My dearest child.”
Monthly Archives: January 2016
On living, loving and leaving
Sonnet 73 by William Shakespeare
That time of year thou may’st in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day,
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by-and-by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consum’d with that which it was nourish’d by.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.