Sandra rajoo
Final Farewell
I feel a-tingling in my limbs,
It's that time of the year,
My body knows
What my heart suspects,
Yet sorrow dwells, knowing,
What I wish for will remain
Simply a wish,
What I long for will remain
Simply a longing.
Your chair sits in the corner, idle and bare,
And the slippers beside are worn-out familiar,
A vision of you appears, fuzzily warm,
So real it scares me, but
It's just an illusion,
Which I consume with greed.
It's that time of the year
When the feeling's strongest,
When the heart's most vulnerable,
When the soul cries for a spirit lost,
And time stands mercilessly still,
Mocking, to see a person floundering,
Aimlessly drifting and rudderless.
The snow is cold outside, icy white,
Unmelted by the fire within,
Raging, undying flames
Of desperate desires,
One second with you, that's all I need,
It's that time of the year,
When miracles happen,
Who knows,
One may happen this year.
Sandra Rajoo has been an educator for more than twenty years. She grabs every opportunity to write, both fiction and non-fiction, and actually started writing creatively a few years back. She likes writing about the things and thoughts that make people human and vulnerable.
In the poet's own words with regards to 'Final Farewell': My inspiration for this poem comes from thoughts of my late mother to whom I never got to say a final farewell.
I feel a-tingling in my limbs,
It's that time of the year,
My body knows
What my heart suspects,
Yet sorrow dwells, knowing,
What I wish for will remain
Simply a wish,
What I long for will remain
Simply a longing.
Your chair sits in the corner, idle and bare,
And the slippers beside are worn-out familiar,
A vision of you appears, fuzzily warm,
So real it scares me, but
It's just an illusion,
Which I consume with greed.
It's that time of the year
When the feeling's strongest,
When the heart's most vulnerable,
When the soul cries for a spirit lost,
And time stands mercilessly still,
Mocking, to see a person floundering,
Aimlessly drifting and rudderless.
The snow is cold outside, icy white,
Unmelted by the fire within,
Raging, undying flames
Of desperate desires,
One second with you, that's all I need,
It's that time of the year,
When miracles happen,
Who knows,
One may happen this year.
Sandra Rajoo has been an educator for more than twenty years. She grabs every opportunity to write, both fiction and non-fiction, and actually started writing creatively a few years back. She likes writing about the things and thoughts that make people human and vulnerable.
In the poet's own words with regards to 'Final Farewell': My inspiration for this poem comes from thoughts of my late mother to whom I never got to say a final farewell.