“Persons come into the fibre of our lives and their shadow fades and disappears. . .”
At the start of the day
Shadows are born
Sun rays gently kissing objects
Voila! Shadows are born.
Dwarf shadows arise
Grow larger as the day ages
Disappear briefly at noon
Reappear like magic.
As the day matures
Shadows fade with the dying sun
Disappear with the death of the sun
No longer anymore.
Life is like shadows
Born in the morning
Dies in the evening
Another moment it is no longer.
I stand in awe
Steering into the eyes of a fading shadow
A lifeless body on a lifeless bed
Moving eyes, signs of a fading shadow.
A shadow once full of life…
Full of warmth
Full of care
Full of compassion
Full of nurturing
Full of independence.
Now its fading.
Memory fading.
Social Interaction fading.
Body fading.
Emotional Expressions fading.
Holding the hands of a shadow
I think of my own shadow
Yes, I too am a fading shadow.
As shadows fade
Options are offered:
Watch and wait, helpless to its fading, or
Watch, Wait, and Wet dry and arid hearts.
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