H. Burns

Oh Helen you smile like in times of old,

So cold! So cold! I kiss your iced forehead.

You tell me you're going to your last home.

Exhausted you lie, fits harsh and many,

Coughs seize your lungs as I nestle in close.

No pain, you insist; please Jane, do not grieve.

Your tone so sweet as you say "don't leave me",

I swear I shall not be taken away.

Your final concern; "Are you warm, darling?".

Exchange of kisses; a simple goodbye,

Drifting into your eternal slumber,

You hear the last words of "Good-night, Helen."

Falling asleep with my arms round your neck,

Draining your warmth as you slip into stone,

Soul no longer burns, only embers glow.

Reviews

[KurKota]

A very nice tribute, very effective in bringing the reader into the feelings of your writing.