A Beautiful Future

 28th April 2021

 Continuing with NaPoWriMo, which is nearly finished. I haven't made every day, but I've done a fair bit of the month.

Now there are only two days left. let's see if I can get to the end with two more poems to finish.

I have to attribute the first line of the poem to the poet Simon Armitage. I thank him for the inspiration. 

Once, the  future was a beautiful place

Once,

 the future was a place of beauty,

A place where, getting old together, 

you and I would 

Walk by the sea, kick up the stones,

 laugh loudly,

While a gentle  breeze breathes    

through  our hair.

Where, we softly stroll 

among fresh,

 fields of daffodils,

Yellow flowers, greeting 

 the spring,

perhaps you pick one,

 tickle me under my chin,

do you still like butter?

  as if you don't know.

A familiar, fresh, warmth  

caresses our bodies.

Then, when  evenings comes,  

you  shut the curtains,

you offer me a glass of red,

 you sit beside me.

We could share a poem together,

remember fondly, when 

the  children were young,

shed tears of gratitude

For each other, for all the blessings 

 For the life we’d had, together.

But now, that beautiful place,

 that future

has been stolen away

 ripped from my hands,

By your fading,  

your weakening, day after day,

by memories of 

sitting by your hospital bed,

 Of holding your hand, as,

so silently,  you slipped away.

The future has become 

 an empty place - dark, cold,

I’d rather not go there.