William Davoll: 2013

The Winter of Eternity

The wind sweeps through this forgotten seaside town,

everyone has left now the sun is not around.

Every bone in pain, my body a colander to the wind,

bent double in wretched agony, I move on.

I scour the beach and town in search of you,

through places you’ve likely never been.

A delicate yet frantic search,

for the girl that no one’s seen.

Your face etched into my retina,

my eyes exhausted of their tears.

This loss has ripped the soul from me,

and drained me of my years

If I had held your hand more tightly,

taught you to defend yourself from harm.

To run from things unsightly,

and avoid those speaking words that charm.

Would our world be any different?

Would you still be with us now?

Or would this winter of eternity

Still be upon us now?

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As it's Mothers day today, this is for all those mums that will be forgotten, tucked away in hospitals and care homes up and down the country.

Invisible like a pebble in a moat, I lay and wait all day.

Reality is a slur in my mind; my perception’s almost blind.

A lovely man holds my hand, till noon every day

He tells me he’s my husband and I often wish he’d stay.

The daytime nurses chat with everyone but me!

I call out, but they don’t hear, they shut my curtains so I can’t see.

At night they leave me laying in my soaking wet nightdress,

they disconnected my panic button, so I can’t alert my distress.

My son arrives, every day he brings me something from the shop.

If he knew what’s been going on, he’d make this cruelty stop,

but he has his own troubles, and worry clouds the beauty of his face,

so a mothers love cannot reveal the depth of my carers disgrace.