To Keep You In Writing

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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.

-

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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