Nov 2021
There you stood, Vix,
Forlorn, alone in the afternoon light.
I read the sadness in your eyes
Felt the tension in your stance.
Wondered at the thoughts passing through your mind,
Wondered if hope swelled your heart.
Few are the days left to you,
Gone the promise of your tomorrows....
But you listened, quietly,
To my poem
Then gently blessed me with your lovely, winsome smile
...and secretly, deep inside, I cried for you, Vix.
M.
Foxglove, Taranaki
Early 2020
Forlorn, alone in the afternoon light.
I read the sadness in your eyes
Felt the tension in your stance.
Wondered at the thoughts passing through your mind,
Wondered if hope swelled your heart.
Few are the days left to you,
Gone the promise of your tomorrows....
But you listened, quietly,
To my poem
Then gently blessed me with your lovely, winsome smile
...and secretly, deep inside, I cried for you, Vix.
M.
Foxglove, Taranaki
Early 2020
Cancer claimed a wonderful woman soon after this day. Astute, stately and smart, Victoria Cutelli had a rare poise that set her apart from others in life. A close companion and sister to my darling wife, Janet and loving wife of Gordon. She is so sadly missed every single day.
(79/M/"Foxglove",Taranaki, NZ)
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