She sits there opposite me
She sits there opposite me
In that old chair of hers
Knitting those strange shapes she made
Toys, animals, useful things
So many - I have some still
In some forgotten corner of my life
She sits there opposite me
Wrapped against the cold
Her breathing sometimes shallow
Sometimes laboured, sometimes still
So far, so very far
From my youth remembered time
She sits there opposite me
So frail and grey and worn
Her vibrant life reduced, debased, displaced
By depression, despair and pain
And saddened we
Sit with her and we cry
She sits no longer where
So staunchly once she did
Her one warm chair now empty stands
Soundless like a vault
And poorer now we live
With remembrance of a once great life
29/11/2009