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October 25th

by Stephen Ogden

October 25th

A perfect Autumn morning.
The scent of the year's last clipping
Glides greenly through the window
As a shaft of sun lights the pillow by your paling face.

You always like music,
So gathered round your bed we start to sing.
Softly, we sing for you alone,
Three siblings finding common ground.

A snatch of Matthew Passion,
A jazz standard, a touch of lieder,
Songs imperfectly remembered
With lilted harmonies in place of forgotton words.

Onwards we sing,
To the rasping accompaniment of your breath.
Yours eyes, just open,
Passing from face to face.

A nurse passing the open door,
Stops, surprised by the sound.
Then continues on her way
Gently humming a wordless melody.

Three mugs of tea appear,
A hymn, the Foggy Dew.
The hours pass
And your breathing eases as you sleep.

A morning of song
And one more precious memory
To add to those
Of the life we share.

12/12/2010

Posted on 12/12/2010
Copyright © 2024 Stephen Ogden

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/12/10 at 05:52 PM

... exceptional... welcome to Pathetic.....

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/12/10 at 08:47 PM

Great work, man. Welcome/welcome/welcome.

Posted by Paganini Jones on 12/13/10 at 10:08 AM

Excellent. I remember a game of 'what time is it Mr wolf?' in similar circumstances. Welcome to Pathetic - it's good to welcome another poet this side of the pond too :)

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