With the sound of her voice
his dim blue eyes sparkle,
although the image of her
is only in his mind.
The hour spent with her
is the completeness of his life,
like a small ray of light
on the gray walls he cannot see.
Then she goes back to her world,
and he counts the days
by the number of food trays
that are laid across his chest.
Yet he sees so clearly the young child
holding his hand,
fearful of the spiders and bees
that invade her playhouse.
Marcus Omer got serious about writing after he retired in 1997. He draws his inspiration from the many emotions we experience in life. He has published Of Sunshine and Clouds with iUniverse and The Winding Road with Shadow Poetry. He’s also published in Snippets, The Magic of Words and several issues of Golden Words.