Intimate Moments
Just as well -- is it not?
That there is no one about
but those two frozen in an
intimate frame of time and
mind. The little old lady
lovingly murmuring terms
of endearment in the most
cloying of phrases and tones
to the little old dog, her
companion of many fond
years together. Just as its
shiny coat lost its lustre
with age, so did her hair --
her eyes and ears keeping
pace with the little dog's
waning faculties. Just the
love and devotion have
sharpened with the years.
Just as well then, no one else
hovers near to overhear the
softly voiced baby talk. But she
would hardly be mortified
and nor would her baby.
Monday, May 12, 2014
Labels:
Poetry
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