For Sylvie - an old lady died....
An old lady died
quietly, at hospital
and was buried
that afternoon.
I never had a chance
to say goodbye,
never cried
but
I feel a pain
in my heart
unseen
by public eyes.
An old lady,
who never said
how ill
she'd really been
slid away
like a candle flame
blown out
by a gale
and swept,
like flotsam
to an ocean
of the dead.
She'd say
'I'm 86 you know
and everyone dies
of something"
poem by Ruth Walters
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