Silently she pads about,
her dark little form accentuated
with grey, a mere wisp of a thing
long removed from the alert and
inquisitive, playful companion she
once was. With the loss of hearing
went our communication and her own
voice, frozen in the silence of
that sound void. Does it concern her
that her world is now a silent one?
She is often clearly confused
and perhaps that is because
her eyes too have lost their
brilliant acuity. And now, she
sees confounding shadows where once
clear objects informed her vision.
Not hearing, she does not react,
but with panic when her eyesight
cannot protect her from walking
into immovable objects. This
strange new world confuses her
memory and her confidence.
The slender thread of intact
smell, the lone sense remaining
gives her life purpose, as
appetite is assuaged.
No comments:
Post a Comment