the smell of smoke?
is it as they say?
she can not tell
but my arm feels
the wisps of her
white, white hair
feathery there
where once dyed silver
we tried to curl together
a stroke of the white
a swab of gums
minty air mingles
with my lips
I press
my goodbye
So touching, Kay. I've been in this exact situation several times. A great privilege and mystery. You have captured it beautifully here.
ReplyDeleteThank you, friend.
ReplyDeleteA lot of visual details infused with emotion.
ReplyDeleteNicely done.
Chen-ou
Thank you, Chen-ou. :o)
ReplyDeleteKay
ReplyDeleteThat poem was so sad.
I popped over to thank you for your word wrangling because it made me laugh out loud. Now I'm in another place - and my partner is dragging me out to ASDA. See what I mean? A totally different place. ;)
Elaine,
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for stopping by. I hope the next place will be a peaceful one! :o) I'm glad I could make you laugh earlier.
~Kay