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Suddenly
Desperately
I feel the need
To set you down in writing
Before you are gone
-
But somehow
The words won’t come.
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Last weekend,
We went shopping
Buying bread, milk,
Nothing out of the ordinary.
-
But you began to look at
Exotic fruit,
To turn it over gently,
Between careful, clumsy hands
And suddenly
The moment
Became special.
And I couldn’t bear to lose it
-
‘For Grandma,’ you said,
‘Because I know she likes it,’
-
And suddenly
I couldn’t bear
For your kindness
To be gone from the world
Forever
Without record
-
And suddenly
Desperately
I needed to preserve
The moment
In writing
-
But somehow
The words wouldn’t come
-
All I can set down in writing
Is a shadow at best,
At worst, a clumsy parody,
And I can hardly bear to
Write the words at all
For fear that they mean nothing
-
Because it is not enough
To capture you on paper.
-
And when you are gone
I will keep you
Not just in words
-
But nonetheless,
The need is strong
To set you down in writing
Before you are gone.
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A/N: This is about a close relative of mine who is severely ill. Normally I share what I write with my family, but this time I didn’t dare because I know it would upset them too much. So any reviews are greatly appreciated.
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