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The last goodbye.
Familiar voices in the background seemed to speak to me
As I was transported away back in time.
Richard and Susan were five and seven.
The back door was open
and a cool breeze wafted in.
The wasps were annoying around
The plum tree, they ruined the fruit.
Half filled jam jars stood on the outside wall,
With the Dead and wounded floating
inside in a hopeless war of attrition.
Young voices laughed as make
Believe games were played out,
on the greenie brown grass
in the back garden.
Shane the next door neighbours dog
Slurped at cornflakes and milk
Poured into an old blue basin,
He pushed it around the kitchen floor
Head buried deep.
Warm homely feelings filled
My body.
The school holidays had just
Began, long summer days
Lay ahead, life was good indeed.
Yet the daylight seemed to be fading.
The doctor shook his head.
Richard and Susan both cried,
So did their children.
The last goodbyes were done.
Full of feeling, capturing the essence of time. Lovely piece, ps thanks for commenting on my work :D