Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Senses

This poem is by my mom, Dawne Erickson.

I know what invisible is
because I can no
longer see you. My fingers
feel as though they
are callused, when your
skin is separated
from my touch. A song?
What is a song,
when you’re not here to bring
the melody? Deafness
closes in on me,
because your laughter can’t be heard. Light?
Have I gone blind without
your smile to light
my way? No taste
or smell gifts me now,
without you, the umani
of my soul. All my senses
now collide. All my senses
now have died.


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