(A Grandma’s Lament)
Can you hear the peal
of laughter as you walk by
the darkened room, her room?
That sound gives me peace,
and even a smile from time to time.
Take my hand, walk softly, tell
me if you hear it, too. Now.
No laughter, no sounds
at all ? Can’t you her the phone
ring, hear her speak, there, laughter!
9 comments:
stunning questions,
Very mysterious Judy...creative direction with this prompt!! Excellently written.
Oh Judy, this is so sad. It's beautiful writing, but I'm sorry for the circumstances that led to it. I assume this is about Briana.
Yes, Lynne. I have things creaping in about her. I start out writing one thing and other things come.
This one has me crying and crying. It is so strong, the description of absence, the yearning. I get it, and sit with you in mourning Briana.
Poignant, Judy. Sometimes one yearns to hear what one doesn't.
Oops, Anonymous was me!
Sounds like a grandma with a good sense of humor!
This is sad, you ell the pain and longing, the "if only"
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