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Behind the patio sliding doors The city sounds Expire, And in her cosy living room, Nan sits alone. Retired. The twin electric bar burns one, Soft the blanket upon her lap, Her cigarette ascendt to dust Oblivious she naps. Yet when her doorbell rings she's always there To listen, love and help with aged ear. - - - - - - The crematorium entrance hall Bedecked with wreathes and cards, The warming sun upon the hearse, The gardens paved with flowers. And slow the mourful journey home- As minutes turn to hours. Now her doorbell knowone hears Reverberant on empty ears. Silent Table, bed and chairs.
Public Comments
- waaaaaw its pretty beautiful poem , u who wrote it ? its wonderful
- Like it
- I't's nice, you could do me that way
- Its truly awesome.
- Yes i like it very much. It's lovely.
- nice one
- Its FANTASTIC it would bring a tear to a glass eye.And makes you think. GREAT.
- Great and touching
- It's good, I like it. Did you write it? Just check your spelling and random capital letters before you try to publish it etc. It's a really touching, heartfelt poem, the writer has talent.
- No, and I haven't even read it.
- Yes I do it's very moving
- Oh yeah, its the tone that invites one to follow along. Good piece.
- Absloutly awesome. If you worte it you should be very proud
- great poem.
- Ah !! I sense great sadness here, your feelings shinning through, you've lost a, Gran I know what your going through. As for you verse it contains all that needs to be said, you must have loved her very much, yes!! your poem brought a tear my eyes as I read it, and reflected on my past sad times Yes time will heal, I hope it does, but I'm still waiting.
- Such feeling!!! Presents the picture - I miss my Nan to x
