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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That is just lovely.
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
Thank you. Mum died this week. She would appreciate my manifesting my grief as art.