(Poor Richard mourns his long lost father,
lost to that void of nothingness.)
Poor
Richard, heavy hearted,
filial
duty now departed,
how
could he have ever loved this man,
this
stranger in his father’s body.
Hero
that he was, his guide and mentor,
afore
that dark place took him over,
polished
off his very mind til all about him
lost.
(Poor Richard backs and backs away.)
Anna
:o{
Kerry
at Real Toads has us writing micro poetry following the theme of “This is not
what we came to see…”
The
words are of how difficult my sons find it to visit their dad. A particular son, whose dad was his hero, is visibly shaken to the
point he is robbed of speech on the
occasions he visits his dad, his grief his loss is palpable. He is slowly backing away as this is the only
way he can cope.
I
understand this as when my mum was robbed of her identity by that that is
dementia, I found it very difficult to love this stranger who inhabited my mothers body and eventually
didn’t…
Image:
courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
Author:
Gert Germeraad
