Gevangen
Zit ze daar
Voor het raam
Te wachten
In haar stoel
Gevangen
Wachtend
Op het einde
De hele dag
Starend
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In haar
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© KH
Blog of my scribbles with things that are on my mind and weekly themes.
2 comments:
So sad...I want to go hold her hand while she waits...
Thanks Sheri. (did you use Translate? :D ) I work for an older man who's wife died rescently and she had Allzheimers. He tells me about her and yesterday he said: She was trapped. Trapped in her chair, looking for, I don't know what for, death maybe. I thought that was so sad. So that poem is for her.
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