Literature
Seven Poems, Seven Days: Faded
Yes, I faded
But it’s all right
I’m not deflated
Granny smiles: a gap-tooth grin;
Quaff-and-wheeze; jack smoke rippling
In oyster waves, togging chin,
And lips; amusement tripling;
Her mouth, visible only when she speaks
Yes, I faded
Am faded, fading
I am fading
But I don’t mind
It’s not degrading
Much like the quilt, on your bed,
Counted in comfort, I am
Threadbare and worn, well-loved –spread
Out, blanketing all I can;
Wrapping knowledge in living memory.
Yes, I’m fading
But I don’t mind
I’m not unbraiding
Remember
Everything I am lives on in you
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