Miss, I need to feed the chicken!
'Miss' you said,
'Miss, I need to feed the chicken,
my mother wants the chicken to be fed'
You were so agitated,
worrying about those chicken
that I felt the need
to calm you down.
I told you that the chicken
have already been fed.
'Thank you Anne' you said
with thin, cracked lips.
I didn't have the heart
to tell you that Anne
died four years ago.
I just enjoyed the familiar warmth
of your wrinkled hands
holding mine, like
winter embracing spring.
It reminded me of how you used
to guide my hand, as you
taught me how to write
and the proud glimpse in your
loving eyes, as I scribbled your name
for the first time.
You kept smiling at me
with pure love,
love meant for your sister Anne.
I just wish I could tell you
how much I missed you.
I just wanted to hug you
and be enfolded in your arms,
just once again.
But you don't like to be touched
by strangers.
A stranger that is all I am.
Obliterated by this haze of gray.
You have been stripped of all
the memories we once shared
but I'll remember them for both of us.
Gently I whispered
'I love you, gramps'
You didn't say it back
like you always used to do.
Instead a puzzled look spread
on your face and you told me
'Miss, I need to feed the chicken'
YOU ARE READING
A HINT OF BLACK
PoetryMy second Collection of Poems. This one is pretty personal and those poems helped me coping with some things. Hope you like it!
