Photo Challenge #92 December 22, 2015 – The Visit

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Image: (Awarded 1st Place) Great Grandmother by SFC Lance Widner – Division 1 (Active Duty Military) CC BY 2.0

 

I dread the visit

This isn’t the place for introductions

A new great grand child, little Tilly

Though she’ll never remember today

I will.

It’s the atmosphere of living amongst

The piss, the shit, the dying and the dead

Each having his own struggle with

Fear, confusion, disorientation and numbness.

And that’s it are we living or existing

Filling in time before they fill it in on us.

 

The child is divine, perfect in every way

So much the image of my own daughter

It is through the eyes of the young that

We get to see what has become of us

What we leave behind, if anything.

The child Tilly squirms in my arms

Settles and looks up at me

Into the face of a wizened old crone.

‘Forgive me child I don’t look my best

My looks disappeared so long ago

Now I’m old but so pleased you stopped by.

Be gentle on yourself, there is so much out there

To worry over, so go steady

Love and live, care and be grateful

Life is precious, nurture it always.

 

They stayed a while longer than I thought

Then gathered the child,

I kissed her one last time

Watched as they exited my confined world

And stepped into the tangle of the new world

Where the child would make her way

In times unknown, mystery abounding

Love I hope always at the ready.

I lay back in my bed

I close my eyes as the evening stench

Seeps and oozes its way into my room

Where no amount of air freshener

Makes the slightest difference.

Outside I watch the world happen

Inside I feel it dying.

 

Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/12/22/photo-challenge-92-december-22-2015/

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10 Responses to Photo Challenge #92 December 22, 2015 – The Visit

  1. Those last lines are brilliant and heart-wrenching. Very powerful piece some of your best writing

  2. Incredibly powerful writing!

  3. My great grandmother died in her house — but there was a particular smell of death to the place that clung to my sweaters and clings to my memories.
    Such a poignant response. Seasons, cycles, life.

  4. clothespeggedpat says:

    Thanks so much for your response to the prompt Michael 🙂

    Clearly you have dug very deeply and turned the pain and wealth of the sensory overload, as well as the questions we face – those in the throes of dying, whether lingering or not, as well as those left behind – who are direct witness, and in turn, will too, face our own moments …. and you have created a story so profound and moving. The incredible sensitivity and truthfulness with which you have written this piece Michael, is a testament to the person you are – reflective, insightful, yet still willing to embrace life – to see all the sides … and I have to agree with Yves – this is one of your most breathtaking pieces.

    You have some very powerful images stirring about here – and these lines:

    And that’s it are we living or existing
    Filling in time before they fill it in on us.

    Watched as they exited my confined world
    And stepped into the tangle of the new world

    they are totally amazingly sensitive –

    brilliantly written Michael 🙂

    Happy Holidays to you and yours 🙂

    Cheers ~ Pat

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