Suddenly, the music stopped
And my life went silent.
The one departed from my hearth,
My heart, and my life.
The breath cooled, fingers numbed,
And the light extinguished
In those tawny eyes
That sparkled with humor
And darkened in anger.
The recliner with marked fading
Is vacant, the forever busy reader
Absent from the cushions,
The constant drum of the brain
By a careless medical world.
The world kept going
Without a pause,
The snow kept falling,
The sun kept shining,
And the days progressed.
The clock ticked on…
But, the music had stopped.
That is such a beautiful tribute to Varghese. I can see him as I read the poem.
My thoughts continue to be with you as you make it through another week without him in that chair. Liz
I am trying to capture him at every turn. This is the one way I know without sinking.
You have captured him beautifully, Rosy. I am getting to know him more through your poetry. Thank you. My thoughts, prayers and hugs are always with you. Take good care
This was a good one!
This one is good .One of the best one of yours too …..