Vow's were said. His finger's crossed.

The most ridiculous question
Of a little bird
In the cage
This is
Way you are sad?

Time is  diluted concept of reflection
for even though I live in the same moments
of existence. If I  would be propositioned by fate
to be ended yet in your moment of my passing
I would be already a moment even though of seconds.

I would be a vast memory in your concepts of
what would have past, the waters of time are
shallow but the echo a variation on the scales
of our perceiving intuition. I could say a moment
but it was an echo in a time done or to still to come.

Today a review with the Doctor took place
She looked on unknowingly smiling face
She now needs twenty four hour care
For her to stay at home would not be fair
He suggested I look at some care homes
Soon it will be an empty house, all alone
It’s out of my control and nothing I can do
But remind Mum “I will always love you”
I want her at home, no other place to be
Now all I can do is write my feelings in poetry

22/12/2016 © David Swinden