Seeing you sitting there
Working on a puzzle
The old bright eyes I remember
Are now sad and tired
I never imagined
Someone that was so active
Was now slow and unmotivated
The person I used to eat ice-cream
With now goes to bed at seven
I never imagined
That you were slowly dying
I gave you a hug as I
Walked out the door
I never imagined
That it would be the last
Hug I would ever give you.
Emma Slayton, Hardwick
This poem was written for the Verse-Village celebration of April Poetry Month.
