Monday, 17 February 2025


Love

It was flowers, balloons and roses

But not quite a Valentine's dream,

A fifty-third wedding celebration

Holding hands and letting the tears stream.

They sat together and reflected

Sitting close on a functional couch,

A clock was quietly ticking

And morphine dripped from the pouch.

Valentine's Day spent in the hospice

watching their daughter fade away.

A room full of love and love symbols

Just praying that she could stay.


 

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4 comments:

  1. Nancy17 February 2025 at 11:28

    Hesitated to write this as “Debbie Downer” but the reality of Valentines 2025 for a dear friend.

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  2. Adrian17 February 2025 at 13:32

    That was beautiful, Nancy. No need for hesitation. I hope you pass it on to the friend.

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  3. Barbara Barrett17 February 2025 at 14:30

    Heartfelt. Beautiful.

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  4. Bill Ferguson18 February 2025 at 01:15

    Very warm and thoughtful.

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