I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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31 May 2012

Nursing Home: Keith

He’s thin and slighty stooped
but the grey hair’s thick and wavy

and he moves at normal speed —
except when he’s with her.

Holding her hand 
or arm around her

he leads her to meals
or out to the sunny garden.

She turns to him
a gentle, vacant face.

He greets us cheerily,
eyes full of comprehension.

We realise he lives here 
to be with her.

He looks happy. 
So does she.


Submitted to Poetry Pantry #101 at Poets United. 

 Cross-posted to my verse portraits blog, Impressions You Left
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3 comments:

  1. Sherry Blue Sky4 June 2012 at 10:00

    Now THAT is real love. I love him!! What a good man.

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  2. Kim Nelson4 June 2012 at 11:04

    This made me happy. I am glad they are. You bless with these, Rosemary!

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