A SLICE OF HEAVEN

 

 

Please give me a serving

of this beautiful pie.

A slice of heaven for me

topped with a cherry.

White beaches

surrounded by fuchsia cream.

Chocolate chips floating

in a blue filling.

I dip my finger into this heaven,

ready for a taste of this feast.

ALONE IN THE DARK


I sit alone by the table.
I hear voices.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.

I reach out.
I feel something smooth.
A plate.
A meal.

Smells tickle my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of pudding.
Smells of life.

What color is the food?
Is the sun shining?
Are the faces around me young or old?
So many questions.

Questions I can’t answer,
I’ve never been able to answer.
For I’ve been blind,
Living in the dark for years.

The nursing home is now my prison.
I sit alone, 
Ignored by the staff,
Poked by the nurses.

This is not the ending
I would have envisioned for myself. 
A darkness too encompassing.
A sadness too overwhelming. 

 

 

A SERVING OF PIE

 

 

Please give me a serving

of this beautiful pie.

A slice of heaven for me,

topped with a cherry.

White beaches of pink,

surrounded by fuchsia cream.

Chocolate chips floating

in an alcove of blue cake.

I dip my finger into this heaven,

ready for a taste of this feast.