Lucid Moment

LUCID MOMENT She didn’t know who I was again, When I saw her in that home today. She looked at me with dull, unseeing eyes. Those eyes that used to sparkle like a million stars When I saw her in that home today, She hurled her cup of tea at me. Those eyes that used to sparkle like a million stars, Full of fear from some dark memory inside. She hurled her cup of tea at me. How she would have hated knowing what she’d done. Full of fear from some dark memory inside, Obliterating fifty years of love we’d shared. How she would have hated knowing what she’d done. A helpless victim of that cruel disease. Obliterating fifty years of love we’d shared. “I love you so much, Bill,” she whispered A helpless victim of that cruel disease. Then, suddenly, that precious lucid moment came “I love you so much, Bill,” she whispered. My heart soared; then the moment disappeared. So suddenly that precious, lucid moment went. She looked at me with dull, unseeing eyes. My heart had soared, then the moment disappeared. She didn’t know who I was again 25th January 2021 Proud Pantoum Poetry Contest Sponsor -Caren Krutsinger