To My Father…
She moves through the house
wraith-like
substance as ephemeral
and impacting
as love
as a smile.
She has blood on her forehead
blood on her hands
none of it yours
but did you notice?
There is a dazed look
to her perception
Perhaps the full weight
of your indifference
has concussed her.
Realisation
has sent her fleeing behind her eyes
to some dimmer hibernation
the back of the cave
where harsh light
cannot reach
cannot deal out
its heavy blows.
She wanders through the house
sylph-like
ever immutable
yet flowing
adapting
to the ever changing environment.
She has tears on her cheeks
tears on her lips
none of them yours
but did you notice?
No. She is a river
and you cannot tell salt
from fresh water
and we both know
you do not dare
taste of either.
She creeps through the house
thief-like
stealing peace
that she, herself, begot.
She has grey in her hair
grey in her wan smile
none of it yours
but did you notice?
She has become old in your uncaring hands
she has aged a century
in thirty seven years.
She fell down yesterday
and last week
and last month
did you notice?
No. She is the wraith leaving you
undisturbed
unbothered
by her presence
by her hurts.
She is the sylph
moved by tidal waves
but
undisturbed
unbothered
by the storm.
She is the intruder
in her own home
taking less
than what is rightfully hers
leaving you
undisturbed
unbothered
by her hunger
by her poverty.
Her charity
makes her beautiful
and ageless
even within
the crypt of your indifference.
Did you notice?
Your wife,
my mother,
glows
Have you noticed?
5:54pm Thursday
3.January.2002
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