She's going to sleep. I've kissed her goodnight.
She lies there, as cold as the sheet she is lying on.
Her eyes are tightly shut, just like her fingers.
Her long hair covers the rest of her face.
I remember the old days, when we had fun.
Those wonderful summer night walks.
Oh, she liked her garden,
And let's not forget the cuddles each night.
She used to run to me every time she saw me.
She kissed me in her own wonderful way.
The first time I met her, she adored me.
But now that youth has gone, long gone.
So there she lies, her fingernails black through age.
Her bones are now brittle, they've been chewed away.
Her bony ribs are not a nice sight.
She'sgone to sleep. I've kissed her goodnight.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryCollection of poetry that I've written over the years. I'll keep adding to it from time to time.
