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15 June 2012

The Sun Now Going Down

the sun now going down
my darling heart
resting at last

I’d like to go out
walking along our road
sweet with grass and clover

darkness approaching
birds flying home 
through the trees

but I dare not leave
in case he might wake
startled and alone

he doesn’t always know 
now
that he’s home

sometimes he thinks
he needs to go 
somewhere else

to some other home
though I try to persuade him
home is with me

the sun goes down
I watch from my window
I lock the doors
Submitted 13 months later for Poets United's Verse First — Lock
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14 comments:

  1. Pearl18 June 2012 at 12:25

    nod, my dad was convinced that the old age home was a renovation to his own home.

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade21 June 2012 at 07:31

    Here, home itself often gets confused with offices where he worked long ago.

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  3. Mary21 June 2012 at 09:17

    Rosemary, this is very hard. I hear you on this. I appreciate your honest recounting. It helps, I think. Hope you...and he....are doing okay.

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  4. Abin Chakraborty30 June 2012 at 00:07

    wonderful poem.authentic, passionate and very moving.

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  5. Brian Miller13 July 2013 at 23:35

    mmm...there is a heaviness to this...a responsibility, a pain in their not knowing where they are and having to reconvince them we are home...

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  6. Cressida de Nova14 July 2013 at 08:46

    Beautifully expressed and terribly terribly sad.

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  7. Suzy14 July 2013 at 15:34

    Very poignant and moving and yet so caring. I hope you both are okay.

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade16 July 2013 at 18:52

      Thanks, Suzy. He died last September. Much as I miss him, I know he went at the right time.

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  8. Susan14 July 2013 at 15:52

    O Rosemary! Only someone who's been there could capture this event whispering and calmly, retreating, holding on, locking doors.

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  9. Sean Vessey14 July 2013 at 22:52

    Sweet sunset of life - beautiful words!

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  10. Rosemary Nissen-Wade16 July 2013 at 18:53

    Thanks to you all for you caring comments.

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