A Suite For Miss Helen: Lightly, Ever so Lightly 2/13/16
Helen no longer talks
and she no longer responds
to the music I bring.
She seldom looks up,
and her smiles come less and less often,
no matter what I do.
Thus, I find myself wondering
if my efforts to touch her with my presence
are more disturbing than reassuring.
I fear that she would rather be left alone
to rest peacefully in the darkness
where she now resides until her waiting is over.
But when I take her hands in mine,
she starts to rub the tops of my fingers with her thumb,
and I return the favor.
Neither of us stops
until it is time
for me to go.
Then, as I bend to give Helen a gentle goodbye kiss,
she kisses me back lightly,
ever so lightly…
© Reece Burka 2/1/2019