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Poems
Silver tear
You’re like a wax figure
Dear omie
The way you lie there
In that hospital bed far too big
Your eyes clear
Twinkling almost
You look at me
I see that you talk
But hear no voice
Your shoulder talks
And your eyebrow
Your cheek
Your left foot
“She understands no more”
Says someone next to the bed
I caress your velvety skin
Your white thin hair and say
“You hear me fine, omie, don’t you!”
You look at me
I see that you talk
But hear no voice
And I whisper
With my eyes
You’re like a wax figure
A silver tear
Slips from your eye
Written on 26 October 2009 |
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