He is an old man now, no longer tall, Shoulders hang, stoop low, as does his head. Hair is sparse, hardly covers his scalp, Teeth are worn, loose, and faintly yellow. Legs once firm and straight, now bowed and shaky. Eyes once deepest blue no longer shine. Often I ask myself, who is this man? I search his face for some sign, some sign. Where is the man I knew, when I was young, Where is the lover, the husband, the friend?
He raises his head, his smile is one that shines, As does his face at the sound of my voice. He shows great eagerness to take my hand, To grasp, to press, to hold tight, a childlike Grip, with such innocence it breaks my heart. His eyes, not blue, not grey, but in-between, Like a misty cloud on a summer’s day, Seek mine, all bewilderment locked within. Tears spark, as we embrace, no memories To share now he is an old man – only love.
Days passed, Months passed, Years of waiting- For someone might Turn up a day. Like a pomegranate In the mountains high I had been waiting, Smiling with mouths open And my pearls- dropped one by one, One after another, Till
It’s time now for me to go No more will I see falling snow The Daffodils that decorated the banks And now distance memories for a longing son Saffron and Apples, their fragrance I smell From a scent that once
I will take those precious memories And will frame them with love.. Looking back sometimes i wonder If there were things i could change… It was all my choice I made Experiencing both good and bad… Although it was not
Like a rumbling thunder let loose upon a recalcitrant world by the fury of nature, the sound of heavy gun shots could be heard ominously in the distance from this remote settlement where the inhabitants lurks away in the gloomy