Wednesday 20 July 2016

Rest Home

I wrote this poem a couple of years back. I think it is self-explanatory.

Rest Home 

by Mary Wong


Toothless, helpless, speech unintelligible
Body swaying like a leaf in gentle breeze,
Awaiting visitors who never eventuate.
Where are they? Why do they not come?

Thoughts cut like sabres.
Joy,
Wonder,
Obsessive parenting rituals.
Where are they? Why do they not come?

She dressed them, fed them, cared for their ills,
soothed the pain of unrequited love.
She went without,
Cared for their children whilst they had a life.
Where are they? Why do they not come?

First love, second love, endless love.
Babies – toothless, helpless, unable to speak
Toddlers with wobbly legs and sticky fingers
School children excitable, demanding, self-centred
Teens, excitable, demanding, selfish, sullen.
             
Young adults bursting with dreams and potential
Adults suddenly aware of what it is to love –
To truly love.
Where are they? Why do they not come?

Memories,
Lessons,
Wisdom to share.
With who?


Where are they? Why do they not come?

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