Seren
Seren
Feb 19, 2023

Edward and Emma

The lamp is dressed in mourning
casting images in the room,
it only shines for one,
as he aches, he talks of Emma
he will go to see her soon

Our words are but whispers.
as all around the gloom
there are spirits in pause,
and all the shadows hide,
their crystalline forms

We talk of his living days
whisking me back in time,
to another Edward
to his meeting Emma

His words
"I just saw her
she took my breath away,
I couldn't help it
I knew she'd be my forever".

He told of their lives,
their days upon the land,
their holidays in the sun
resting on the sand

and now,

I quietly recite poems
as I gently hold his hand
each time a slight squeeze
a tell, Hes abiding in this land

Far across the Nulla Nulla
there are two young men,
waiting to come over
to visit him once again

As I sit and breathe out
Emma's favourite song
"In fields of gold " and tell
that they won't be long

I now sit and pray
he can hold on until,
he sees these beloved faces
this champion has the will

I am but a friend
who's visits fill his days
but Hes crept into my heart
there he will dwell for always

The light is slowly dimming
the curtains open wide
I stand at the window
looking back at eternity
in stillness waiting.

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Beyond the Black Stump..Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: Pablo Neruda

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Comments

Geezer

of a man alone at the end of his life, waiting with the only person he has as a friend, to see a couple of young relatives. A sign
that he still has family. I think that is probably important to him. I also think that you are important to him. You are a compassionate, big-hearted person. ~ I don't see anything I would change. Very nice work. ~ Geezer.
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Seren

Thanks for reading this one, Edward is the sweetest and bravest man and a true gentleman and it's a honour to be with these people when they're at their ends.

I know what it's like to be alone, sigh five years, you know what I mean, I'd never let someone in need be alone at such a time.

I appreciate the Very Well done!

love and higgliest bugs Sis

Candlewitch

this poem resonates with me. I fear being left behind... if it should happen this way; I hope there is someone as lovely and sweet as you, there for me to get me through. so many beautiful lines!

*love & hugs, your cat

Seren

I am alone and I think when my time comes I will possibly know what it's like, to leave this place and travel onto the next plain, it doesn't frighten me anymore, 6 days in a coma, 7 resuscitations but I am still here. I have something left undone or something left to do I think even when I complete this task I won't know, the hardest thing about being so sick, was covid, I wasn't allowed visitors and it was the longest 3wks in that ICU room on my own without one familiar face. I was blessed to have one on one care always having a nurse in the room it was their kindness that kept me going through one of the hardest times of my life.

I give my time because it is not only the right thing to do, I have enough love to share with a world of people. That's what our world needs now. For the lonely and those with love to fill the cracks in our society. What else can I do with it?

Thanks sweet Sis for reading this it was written for myself I was being selfish because if it didn't write it my brain or my heart was going to explode.

Love you always Lilbit xox

Seren

Seren

2 years 2 months ago

Yes he's in hospice. I've gotten to know him over the last weeks. I have spent part of everyday with him and they have my number if he needs a friend. I've gotten a couple of calls in the last week and I've stopped dropped and gone.

This one's more for myself but if you like it thats enough for me. My keyboard was covered in tears when I finished.

Thanks for the read it's appreciated

Kind regards Jayne

Seren

Seren

2 years 2 months ago

Yes he's in hospice. I've gotten to know him over the last weeks. I have spent part of everyday with him and they have my number if he needs a friend. I've gotten a couple of calls in the last week and I've stopped dropped and gone.

This one's more for myself but if you like it thatd enough for me. My keyboard was covered in tears when I finished.

Thanks foe rhe read it's appreciated

Kind regards Jayne

Seren

Seren

2 years 2 months ago

Yes he's in hospice. I've gotten to know him over the last weeks. I have spent part of everyday with him and they have my number if he needs a friend. I've gotten a couple of calls in the last week and I've stopped dropped and gone.

This one's more for myself but if you like it thatd enough for me. My keyboard was covered in tears when I finished.

Thanks foe rhe read it's appreciated

Kind regards Jayne

Seren

Seren

2 years 2 months ago

Yes he's in hospice. I've gotten to know him over the last weeks. I have spent part of everyday with him and they have my number if he needs a friend. I've gotten a couple of calls in the last week and I've stopped dropped and gone.

This one's more for myself but if you like it thatd enough for me. My keyboard was covered in tears when I finished.

Thanks foe rhe read it's appreciated

Kind regards Jayne

lovedly

If only you were in real life a Sis
I had two
today I'd never miss em too

You are a broad minded soul
to help the poorest and troubled
is your sole goal

Sis this is like a poem I'm composing right now
after reading so many comments
I have known you and jess long tyme
I bow wow

At last he said nearing his end
he started loving me .....
then w/o calling me bro
he passed away you know

But I hope to go
before you even know

If I don't come on line for a week
sis believe me I'd be over the unknown
invisible but grassy green cliff

Do remember this poet-babe
in hugging arms

All life I have never
ever asked for alms
only all like you gave me charms
with wide open arms

I wonder what made a poet out of me
perhaps abject poverty
believe or not I wasn't so born
from riches to rags
the whole life I did storm

Now I'm not that rich
except with bags of poetry

Hope many will read me
when I 'm gone
I know
you Sis will

PLEASE edit this ....I'd like to post it as a tribute to your ...dear Seren ..Poetess Aussie

Seren

Can I call you Bro then ;)

I think you should post it then I'll suggest any edits. I am going to this one time, not whinge at your commentary poetry, Jess wouldn't have given you such a hard time if he didn't see something in you, I just wish he was around as of late your poetry has bloomed.

much love Jayne xox

lovedly

I'm a bro and a poem too
for all those now here over years knew
why Jess saw what he did
you stlil see
o oooooo
Aussie Sis

Seren

I will always "see" you, of that you can be certain.

biggest hugs Sis xox