The Dear Departed


His mother one day
Handed in her jewellery
At the manager’s office
And stopped eating
Unspoken words
Were presumably
Enough is enough

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on May 7, 2020, in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Good words nicely arranged. Piquant.

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  2. This one will stick with me. Not knowing the circumstances I can’t help but admire her strength of will. But terribly sad for you and others.

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