On death

She slips away gradually
Retreating from the trivia of everyday life
The daily paper resting, unread, upon her lap –
Sometimes she notices and is surprised to find it still unopened –
No more Suduko, no more politics
(This latter is a relief to her left-wing children!)
Her mind folds in: a moth without a flame
As her body tells her it is time to leave.

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3 Responses to On death

  1. John says:

    That is just lovely.

  2. Kevin says:

    The last two lines are beautiful and evocative.
    If this poem is you dealing with recent loss (as it seems), my thoughts are with you, Sarah.
    Kevin

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