Her eyes follow him
as he shifts position,
reacting as he reacts to her.
Eyes that jump with joy to meet
and always have
for so many years.
She waits til he settles
before she whispers
“It wasn’t too bad, was it Sam?”
“Well, the first twenty five years
were touch and go,but
the next twenty five made up for it.”
She coughs a weak laugh
he touches her hand.
The merest touch
but it’s enough
for powerful emotion
on a well run course.
She smiles softly
then closes her eyes.
He’ll never make her laugh again.
He feels her hand cool
as she drifts away from him
after all this time.
I was going to write /say that this was lovely and sentimental but, then it took a turn…what a red herring. I did not see it coming. Powerful poem! I love these lines…
“The merest touch/but it’s enough/for powerful emotion/
on a well run course.” It sets things up for quite the surprise… Great use of imagery!