The light of a hot Sunday sun
reflected off brick buildings
and mirrored from a parkway
where a hospital sits deep brown and yellow in its last degree
fading like the old woman inside dying with a smile on her face
happy to be leaving.
But I with a burlesque smile am sad to watch her go.
She should be dying without the day outdoors calling me
pulling at me to be carefree.
I close the curtains and watch her leave
with no one else in the room to bear witness to her final breath—
one last windstream passing over silent lips
while mine tremble out a shackled goodbye.
Her hand falls softly away from mine
for she has the stars to touch now.
In memory of a loved one.
Thanks for reading.
Steve, 4/9/2023
This post “An Easter Passing, Poem 009-2023-0409” copyright © 2023 Steven Leo Campbell at stevecampbellcreations.com – All rights reserved.
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That is really good Steve…
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Thanks, Max. The words came to me out of the blue after a close friend died. I was still in her hospital room, so I wrote them on a Kleenex tissue. The muse comes at the strangest times.
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Yea it comes from the happiest and saddest occasions at times.
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This was very beautiful ❤️
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Thank you, Careena. I’m glad you like it.
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It pulls two different ways, like a good poem should.
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Yes. It was a bittersweet moment. I suppose all life is bittersweet when you really look at it. But sometimes death is the hardest to write about. Thanks for liking my little poem on the subject. 🙂
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