Licton Springs Review

Farewell By Monika Zobel

The smell of disinfectant is lingering in the air
The sticky linoleum announces my every move
I wonder if you are expecting visitors
The ones that make you smile
Exposing deep lines in your face
Making your heartbeat dash

Because you are not accustomed to guests
Your eyes are glowing – full of hope
Your hands are reaching out for mine
A touch of childhood days
You brushed my hair with steady strokes
In your eyes the memories reflect

Pale skin and thin white hair
I fear my touch will break your bones
Tears are flowing - like spring water
After the last snow has finally melted