Sudden Storm

Birds Silent
Crickets pause
– just stillness

A distant rumble
drip, drip, drip,
Leaves dance puddles form

Refreshing, soaking
Splash, splash, splash,
Fading light gloomy

Dark clouds melt
Soft breeze stirs
– sounds return

穢 Chrissy Siggee – 2018

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Little White Dove

Rising, falling,
Gliding, flying.

Mantled in whispers of cloud,
Little white dove blissfully endowed.

Rising, falling,
Gliding, flying.

Softy embracing a heavenly tone,
Fly little white dove in skies unknown.

Rising, falling,
Gliding, flying.

Little white dove rise beyond the dance,
Through the power of a rhythmic trance.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

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Lost – (September is World Alzheimer’s/Dementia Awareness Month)

Lost

Tears roll down her sunken cheeks
Sorrow falls from all she seeks
Memories
Where have they gone?

Silent weeping, full of dread
Photos stand beside her bed
Treasures
No longer mean a thing.

Recollections of a lifetime friend
She cannot comprehend
Inquires
What was her name again?

Misplaced images, shapeless faces
Times past gone, she embraces
Snapshots
Within a puzzled mind

Unsure of the man beside her lies
Sleep wont come to heavy eyes
Confused
Why cant she remember?

Dark hours bring loss and sadness
Barely surviving utter madness
Loneliness
Tortures a baffled mind.

Laughter echoes through the day
Someone brought a big bouquet
Mystified
Who was that nice young man?

Foreign words, vague identities
Now she speaks obscenities
Misunderstood
Unable to say things clear

Caring physicians calm her protests
Guide her through painless tests
Frustration
Why cant she tell the time?

Rejecting yet another embrace
To just become another face
Heartache
Mirrored in her childrens eyes.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

This poem is dedicated to those who suffer from Dementia,
Alzheimer’s
and to those that have been forgotten.

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Mourning

Sixty days she’d walked alone,
counting memories along the way.
She stumbled every now and then
but knew she couldnt fall.
Her mind was full of images;
her heart was full of grief.
Too many nights alone,
many days that would not end.

Now she sits on her garden seat,
bought together one summer’s day.
Tears spilling down her cheeks
lost in a world without her Paul.
She knows her life must go on;
her mind still filled with disbelief.
With every breath it hurt,
alone, she cannot comprehend.

One day shell fall in love once more,
with a restored heart to give away.
For now, she lives with memories
that she cannot help recall.
His presence’s felt all around;
memories bring fruitless relief.
Worst of all, no doubt about it,
she had lost her very best friend.

Autumn leaves fall to the ground,
like her tears they do portray.
Her face stings with salty wetness
she wipes them away it with assurance tall.
Shell face new challenges boldly;
yet still, sorrow will not be brief.
Time will heal and life will go on,
and her mourning heart will mend.

穢 Chrissy Siggee – 2019

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental

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The Smell of Death Lingers

The Smell of Death Lingers

The smell of death lingers 
It lingers in the bedroom
and in the dining room.
But, in the garden 
it grasps the essence of life
Even the weeds share their aroma.

The smell of death lingers
Odours cannot be shaken
it's everywhere I go.
But, in the garden 
it grasps the essence of life
Even the weeds share their aroma.

The smell of death lingers
It lingers on my clothing
every breath smothers me.
But, in the garden 
it grasps the essence of life
Even the weeds share their aroma.

The smell of death lingers
Until life yields into death
to finds its final path.
And, in the garden 
it grasps the essence of life
Even the weeds share their aroma.

Chrissy Siggee July 2021

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Desperate Decisions

He gazed upward to the stars
counting sadness and his woes
Deep wrinkles creased his brow,
he stands alone and ponders life.

It took one selfish moment
for his wealth to slip away
Gambling is a fools game,
he wonders how he can regain.

Not one dollar he had left.
No income, no means to pay
His house and car are gone,
He contemplates to end his life.

His wife, his son he failed.
Nothing left to support them
Life is not worth living!
He stepped out into the traffic…

Horns blast
Tyres skid
Thud

He stares upward into lights
muffled voices all around
Deep wrinkles crossed his brow,
he marvels why hes still alive.

It took one thoughtful moment
Why would strangers save his life?
Two strong hands pulled him back,
he tried to rub a sore behind.

Sir, not one bone did you break.
You hit the grass not the truck
Theres two people you should thank
and give them the trust they deserve.

Wife and son approached his bed.
Why did you return? he asked
My debts wont go away!
He couldnt bear to hurt them more.

Tears flowed
Misery
Dread

He gazed upward into hope
given now a second chance
Deep wrinkles shaped his brow,
he reaches out and asks for help.

It took a year of meetings
learning how to take control
Took years to pay his debts;
he found a job and stuck with it.

Desperate decisions made
difficult times they endured
Early starts, long night shifts,
he finally forgave himself.

His wife and son stood by him,
nothing fancy they could own
Probably never will.
But what they have is worth far more.

True love
Forgiveness
Trust

穢 Chrissy Siggee 2019

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental

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