Tuesday, May 22, 2012



You have no eyes;
No ears, or mouth.
You move, at least.....a shadow;
But slowly....
A photograph.

Your voice has gone;
No notes, no song.
At least, the words....the poem;
But coldly....
The eulogy.

Your smell is quenched;
No bridge, no kiss.
The womb, the grave....at least;
But starkly....
The emptiness.

Maureen Walsh  -  May 2012

The above poem is dedicated to my mother, Daphne, who will be dead 10 years in July. My father, Maurice has been diagnosed recently with lung cancer at the age of 84. I thank them for me, my children and my love of life. Much of my poetry is inspired and about them.

Ciao for now!

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