The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Feb 8, 2007
This one is special to me... written shortly after Mum died. The anniversary is at the end of February, but I don't think I could bear to read it then.
He Visits...
He visits her daily. He combs her hair.
She lies back and they hold hands.
They laugh together as she lies there.
He looks at both their wedding bands.
He visits her daily. He looks at her.
He is remembering their special days.
He looks down as she lies there.
Recalling her smile and her ways.
He visits her daily. He strokes the stone.
He waters the flowers.
He hates being alone.
He visits her daily...