My Friend

The eyes are cloudy

Neck muscles ripple tension

catching the light

The voice struggles to enunciate

Weary, worn, and weak.

A bird flutters outside the window

Adorning a setting sun

On a lavender-colored lake

With songs of mating.

Inside, the eyes sparkle, rivet, and descend

to folded hands on a frozen lap

that cannot quite grasp

the prepared food offered.

We wait in the stillness

And wait some more

Though keenly and painfully aware

Life is ending

There is a nod farewell

and

I go.

Poetry by Fawn Rising
Prompt: Compassion with Boundaries/Meldrum Trauma Poetry Workshop
 October 14, 2017