Sweetheart, Come!
Vishvantara |
Sweetheart, Come! (1909)
The husband’s visits are generally deferred
though she writes to him daily: ‘Sweetheart, Come!’
Her letters tend to be just those two words.
Two eminent physicians have concurred
dementia praecox. Nothing can be done.
The husband’s visits are generally deferred.
Pencil strokes like feathers of dark birds
form text in bars or columns like a sum.
Her letters tend to be just those two words.
His address is printed clear and undisturbed,
yet time will show another recipient won.
The husband’s visits are generally deferred.
The warders boast no tantrums have occurred.
At mealtimes they shout Cheer up, Sweetheart Come!
(Her letters tend to be just those two words.)
Hours go by and find she’s hardly stirred.
White space turns grey, then black and finally dumb.
The husband’s visits are generally deferred;
her letters tend to be just those two words.
2 Comments:
congratulations.
I found this poem deeply moving, having spent some time in a care home where I visit my mother. Thank you.
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