A second poem on the subject of depression, though this may not be immediately obvious.
Moss-Green
Silver Girl
I invent
the moss-green silver girl
To sit
with me,
Close and
comforting.
She
points to things and looks with wonder,
Wide eyed
as a child...
Snuggles
as a friend...
No more
than that;
Lays her
head upon my shoulder and......
Gently
snores.
I
smile...and drift asleep to be with her
Wherever...
FIL 28/03/10
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