A Stranger Calls. .......

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I remember taking my mum to visit my dad in the local hospice before he sadly passed away after several months of ill health and memories of the visits prompted this poem:

 

I visit you daily in your nursing home

you're physically with me yet I feel so alone

 

I reach for your hand and you pull it away

a bit of you dies with each passing day

 

Our love over years never did wane

now you look at me blankly not knowing my name

 

I sometimes think that if maybe you'd gone

I could grieve at your passing and try to move on

 

Instead you're a stranger whom I visit each day

who was once full of life but  now empty and grey.

◄ You Cheating Bitch!

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Steve Higgins

Tue 18th Jun 2019 19:39

Nicely put . .

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Wayne McLellan

Tue 18th Jun 2019 09:16

Thanks Martin

I don't normally write poems from a personal perspective but this one just came to me when I was reminiscing.

Cheers

Wayne

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Martin Elder

Tue 18th Jun 2019 09:06

It reminds so much of what happened with my dad. Its never easy seeing them be somebody else. beautifully put Wayne
Thanks for posting
Nice one

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