week 218 ~ we sit here chattering on
we sit here chattering on
what’s worth keeping and what’s not
hearts silently breaking dawn
tiptoes away from the spot
what’s worth keeping and what’s not
does life even matter death
tiptoes away from the spot
chilled through by our frigid breath
does life even matter death
sits at the breakfast table
chilled through by our frigid breath
as she teeters unstable
sits at the breakfast table
confused and very angry
as she teeters unstable
hides the truths we need to see
confused and very angry
hearts silently breaking dawn
hides the truths we need to see
we sit here chattering on
Your poem posits questions which I guess we all ask ourselves from time to time…the relevancy of our choices in life…at least that how viewed it.
slpmartin
December 15, 2012 at 12:58 pm
Interesting reading. I was actually reflecting on the issues with my mom and her increasing short-term memory loss, and our (my brothers, sister & me) struggle to balance preserving her proud independence with getting her the frequent aid she needs to insure meds and meals are regular. When she improves we are hopeful, and then she descends again.
mairmusic
December 15, 2012 at 1:35 pm
Poem can be read any number of way. I sympathize regarding your mom. I have often wondered if we do get to a point where we say in effect – enough is enough – and just start dumping.
A wonderful poem to ponder on…
Jamie Dedes
December 18, 2012 at 6:41 am
Thanks, Jamie!
mairmusic
December 19, 2012 at 8:31 pm