Saturday, March 20, 2021

This then the room

He sleeps now, in the room,
Where she took her last breath.

It started as a bedroom,
it then became a tv room,
and then a bicycle repair shop.

It has changed and transformed many times
as he has changed and transformed. 

In this room, he shared the bed,  
on early morning cuddles, with mom and dad.

Her last three children had been conceived,
in this room. 

The last of the babies though unplanned,
and undesired was not unloved.

Rarely do woman celebrate and name,
the one unborn and unfinished.

Danna Allen was his name,
and he was remembered. 

With the help of his sister, 
this room then became, again,
a bedroom.

His father is sleeping across the hall, 
in the room, he shared with his siblings,
in their youth.

In this room where his mother took her last breath,
they had spoken of his father.

What would become of him, after her death. 
In many ways, Daddy was her last child.

The one that never fully matured.

So now he sleeps in the room where she took her last breath,
and cares for her last child, and he thinks of his wife and children,
in hopes, they will care for him then,
as he cares for his father, now. 







No comments:

Post a Comment

I love to collect thoughts. I would love to collect some of yours, if they are mindful and respectable.