Shadows in the lightA Poem by Frederick Kesner
My grandmother passed away this week, 1917-2011 (23/03)
I walk from room to room
trying to catch a glimpse of you,
and all that I could see,
are muted shadows playing tag.
Sunlight catches visions
of days now stored in memory
and with your recent passing,
you climbed upon the misty crag.
The kitchen tap still leaks,
we've fixed that oft and time again;
your trusty stove still works,
those smells and tastes still fresh in mind.
The bed is fresh and made,
your dresser's bottle-pageant gleams;
what looks to be amiss --
your faithful clock now needs a wind.
The chair is set in place
as if in wait for your arrival;
a lone book gathers dust
on a table by those French doors.
The phone stands in vigil
to receive voices from far away;
whose soles had once traversed
and kissed these polished parquet floors.
© 2011 Frederick Kesner
Brisbane, West Moreton, Australia
AboutMy life is one poetic journey. If I am not reading or writing poetry, I simply live it. To me the experience of poetry should be such - to breathe it, create it, and receive it from poems and lives th.. more..