Sometimes, there are no words...
A picture was painted for me in the form of an interaction.
Respecting confidentiality means I will not say more.
This poem is my response.
THE GIFT
The face was lined and soft
And at time her eyes flashed bright:
a blue of cloudless days that
once were filled with laughter.
A shuffle of her heavy feet, and two
gnarled, small hands that had
soothed children, friends and faces
long ago.
Clouds now muffled, and garbled
thoughts tumbled out and
many did not stop to care.
She had little, but a lot of time.
And her eyes lit up once more
and she gave all she had –
a broken posy from a bottle,
flowers fading and final
petals about to fall.
© JVandersee 21 April 2023
