I was too late


I put her into care



I combed her hair
and put her into care,
not far, near by

I told them to be kind
and keep an eye
each day on her .

Her dress sagged from behind
loose at the waist,
she could not eat, she said,
had lost her taste.

I was too late
to hear that silent tap
upon my heart
when she slipped out.

I was too late
to see her softly wrap
her memories around her
like a shroud,
on her way out




Poetry by Scharlie Meeuws
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Written on 2006-08-02 at 22:56

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Amanda K
I guess it was such a tragedy losing that dear person. You did sweetly express your feelings thru this poem . A great one.

lots of love,
2006-08-06


Teala
Longing, regret, and sadness..an excellent heartfelt write.
2006-08-02