Cold Tea

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A woman living in an old person's home.

I’m on my bed

And these walls are as white as my face,

I blend into this place

Because I’ve run out of uses.

 

I feel weak

And the edge of my sleeve is now frayed

From where my heart once stayed

Until it broke and was useless.

 

I’m barefoot

You should get your shoes on and just go

As the tea has gone cold,

But we both know what the truth is.

 

You visit me

But you know that I’m mostly not here

And might not reappear;

It’s for the best that you end this.

 

I’m in the quiet

And this room doesn’t hold much but me,

You can’t wait ‘till I leave

But there’s not much left I miss.


Submitted: January 13, 2013

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EdwardSalem

Nice, I liked it.

Sun, January 13th, 2013 10:58pm

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Thank you

Sun, January 13th, 2013 3:06pm

dramatis personae

Interesting, I liked the title!

Sun, January 13th, 2013 11:56pm

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Thanks ^.^

Mon, January 14th, 2013 1:37pm

JoelatRpg

I like the rhythm and rhyming in this one:) Good job.

Sat, January 19th, 2013 1:37am

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Thank you

Fri, January 18th, 2013 5:50pm

ben hardstaff

Very emotional piece. I enjoyed it, though felt a little upset. My grandma is 89 and i spent Christmas day with her. I asked her if she knew what day it was 5 minutes after the present opening session, and she said "is it a Thursday?" I said "no, but it's a special day grandma, do you know what it is?"... She didn't. Strangely though, she went on to tell me, in microscopic detail, all about the blitz and my grandpa's return from overseas when the war ended, and about her time in the land army, and the time she got bitten on the bum by a pig when she was working on a farm. "They were the happiest days of my life Brian, Daniel... Jack... Robert...John."
"I'm Ben grandma..." i said.
" Of course, how silly of me" she replied.
I fear she has slipped into the arena of the unwell.
Your poem highlighted the sad truths of old age. A clever little piece.

Sun, January 27th, 2013 10:24am

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A close friend of my nan has issues with memory loss, and it's sad that her own son and grandkids don't visit her anymore. She still lives in her own home, but relies mostly on my nan to give her company. You'd never imagine anyone could treat their mother like that, especially in their old age. Who they are doesn't change just because their memory does.
And my nan goes through my mum's name, two uncles and her dog before she gets mine right! >.< Thanks for commenting :)

Sun, January 27th, 2013 10:22am

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