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
© Chrissy Siggee – 2018
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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.
© Chrissy Siggee
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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 won’t come to heavy eyes
Confused
Why can’t 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 can’t she tell the time?
Rejecting yet another embrace
To just become another face
Heartache
Mirrored in her children’s eyes.
© 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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Sixty days she’d walked alone,
counting memories along the way.
She stumbled every now and then
but knew she couldn’t 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 she’ll 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.
She’ll 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.
© Chrissy Siggee – 2019
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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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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 fool’s 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 he’s 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—
There’s 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 won’t go away!”
He couldn’t 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
© Chrissy Siggee 2019
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