I listened
as she counted
the autumn leaves
crackling under her feet
and those still hanging
to the branch
painted green while
sinking into unison
with the night’s carpet
I listened
as she counted
the stars
refusing a moonbeam
exercising a choice
to wear down with time
into time
ticking, nevertheless
I listened
as she counted
the motley grains of dust
filtering inside the room
fathomed to cloak the dawn
gathering the leaves in slumber
into cycles of destined motions
I listened
as she counted
“two months, ten days”-
As the clock began to sync
with the re-defined contours
Draping her twilight
she counted
re-counted
I listened-
the least that I could do
was listen
ugh, i feel the countdown of what time you have left with her...
ReplyDeleteand yes, at that point having someone to be there and listen
def makes what difference you can...
and i'm glad you were there to listen... so important to have someone by the side that does in such difficult times...
ReplyDeleteVery sad, yet reassuring....so many emotions cross my mind here.
ReplyDeletedescription of poignant moments deftly....
ReplyDeletewhat a beautifully sad poem
ReplyDeleteI like the verses of counting down like ticking clock while you listen ~ There's seems to be a grim event coming on, its like I am holding my breath for it to happen ~
ReplyDeleteThe counting.. I can feel the feeling of a recovery.. slower than you might want.. but listen is the best help you can give.
ReplyDeleteListening might be the least that one could do, but often the most important. This is something I try to remind myself!
ReplyDeleteTo listen to some one is such a beautiful thing where people is not doing a gr8 job
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