What do you feel
What do you feel
With you delicate fingers?
What do you toes?
What tongue what eyes what ears you?
Your gossamer curls
Anachronistic
Your crooked teeth
Pearls
Who is like you?
I hold you close
I want to protect you.
I cannot protect you.
You are being eaten from within.
Your white face
Your trembling hands
Your eyes wet
What tears
Mingle with mine
We sit knee to knee
And grieve our imminent parting.
Though I hold your hand now.
The shadow of your hand
Memory pressed into my flesh
Will linger long after.
Will you remember me?
I share your fear.
Do you feel this tenderness?
Fresh Hell 
This was beautifully written, Sarah! Great vivid imagery 🙂
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Thank you so much, Tom 🙂
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Brought tears to my eyes….. I hope music works for you…..
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Thank you Ivor! Thank you for the song, too 🙂
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I love, love, love the last two parts. Made me think of my granddaughters – will they remember me? Made me teary…
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D’aww. I doubt they’ll forget all that love.
My great grandpa died when I was very young. The only memory I’ve got is when I was looking at his silver dog’s head cane. But I still think back on him with love and pride.
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Heart-rending stuff Sarah. Wonderfully written.
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Thank you so much, Matthew!
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Sarah, I’m testing on your site.
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Hello! I see you!
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Yay, I can comment again. Tony’s so good! Okay. Let’s see. First of all, thank you for letting me test on your site! Oh, and now your poem — that is tender…no words, just feels. I loved it!
Mona
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Hooray for Tony! Techies lubricate the modern world.
I’m glad you felt the poem ❤
Loves
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