Poem for R and C
Rounded edges, penciled drawings,
flowers, portrayed in ink so blue
The white card, thick and textured
sighs with whispered promises
and rippling sensations, to treasure.
The date is set, the dream
arranged. Hurdles, once unknown
are now milestones, and so familiar
that their edges and well known corners
show the traces of her fingers caress, and
the entrancing dance within her sighs.
Friends and family advise and guide
her path, where remnants of their own
dreams fall softly, like pink rose petals.
Patience retreats into well
hidden fissures, comfort won’t
cut through today
as news is spread about
the latest Covid alarm.
Reaper, of yet to be revealed aspirations.
The once familiar becomes unknown
again, the card, once embroidered
with her dreams lies shredded on the ground.
Postponed! The fourth word on
emails flowing into loved ones Inboxes.
Dreams, like leaves carried away in gushing steams.