Let her Sleep Deep,
Let us not weep,
For she is at her journey's end,
Left with no memories to mend,
Her Deep Sleep is like the definite
flickering of a candle, not in pain,
but in growing limitation,
She has long been without words,
but these silent weeks are to me among
the most precious of my memories,
For her utterly simplified self,,with nothing but a sign language,, perhaps
a faint smile,,perhaps a pressure of the
hand,,was still so entirely herself,, it was she and no other,,and she knew that I was there. And now, while there is no "there"
where I can find her,,she is still un-losable.
#WritcoPoemPrompt12


© Mishra Poonam