Our Thief in the Night – My Weekly Poem 2/7/2022

Dad, we have known about the thief
stealing your abilities-
to tinker or drive,
to sit still or, sometimes, to walk.

And now, he steals from another,
taking your person to talk to,
leaving her speaking and smiling,
but not as the person you knew.

A loved one lost
with no flowers or condolences,
no space to fill with grief-
just hope, and confusion, and decline.

Illness can be worse than death,
a thief with a sick sense of time,
a hundred losses adding up to despair,
a hope for a good day; but no way, to lock the door.


Photo by alexandre saraiva carniato on Pexels.com

This poem was posted for the previous week’s poetry prompt, Write a Letter. I’m not sure if I made such a personal letter relatable enough for others to appreciate it as a poem but I do like how it ended up.

Published by Vos - Poetry and Prose

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6 thoughts on “Our Thief in the Night – My Weekly Poem 2/7/2022

  1. ‘A loved one lost
    with no flowers or condolences,
    no space to fill with grief-
    just hope, and confusion, and decline.’
    Beautifully expressed! All the sadness, bewilderment and the slow disappearance of the person one once knew. A very powerful poem/letter, Brian.

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