This is the last one in a trilogy centred around senior people
I used to feel, like the sun shining down from the sky
looking upon the on the harbour town …
promising adventures and rock pool fishing
the promise of joy and warm caresses
.
As time goes by my world gets smaller
The fog rolls slowly in
The safety of the harbour walls
Are no more to be seen.
Now is the time to stop and listen
If I get confused, do not tell me, I got it wrong
Let me stay in my story, am happy here.
If I struggle to leave the house,
Make time to come and see me,
Or send me funny notes in the post
To make me smile.
Eat cake with me, exercise with me ,
Make sure I know I am loved.
When you ask me , am I alright,
And I say am okay.
Sit with me and hold my hand
Then, ask me if I am alright.
Do not waste what time you have with me
For I do not know how much I have left.
Lets go through old photos and let me tell my stories
Embrace me as I am still the person who has loved you all your life.
Lovely write, I like the idea of series, trilogy etc in Poetry, often tricky to make each piece sufficiently different, but you've achieved that and more. Thank you Debbie.
Beautiful Debbie, what we all wish for in our old age.