Can You Hear Me Mother
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Contest: A Mother’s Ears – Craig Cornish
~awarded 3rd place~
She could hear us whisper when she wasn't even in the room
Knew we were up to mischief just by looking at our faces
Oh how I wish I could turn back the clock …
The dawn chorus is no longer music to her ears
With limited hearing and failing eyesight the TV remains silent
Her only pleasure is listening to talking books on a machine for the blind
But the volume is so loud she remains isolated in her own room
Why aren't you wearing your hearing aid I ask?
But she simply won’t wear it …
Won’t admit to the fact old age is creeping up on her
So now she lives in her own little world
A world of increasing darkness and silence
I dread the day she can no longer see or hear me
Oh how I wish I could turn back the clock …
05~05~15
Contest: A Mother’s Ears – Craig Cornish
~awarded 3rd place~
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2015
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