With patient love he watched her as she slept
She who had held him close to breast as child
Deep within his chest his aching heart wept.
Whilst she appeared contented in her dreams and smiled
As though her fears and troubles were finally reconciled
For soon the relentless punishing pain would be gone
Yet in his memory-this moment of love would linger on.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for d’Verse where we were asked to write in Chaucerian stanza. First time I have done this.
The final slumber….
I am not sure I got the meter right.
The image is my Grandmother and her eldest son Frank.