Here <br />in her 74th year <br /> <br /> <br />I take you <br />from your wheelchair <br /> <br /> <br />and move you <br />around the garden <br /> <br /> <br />like a living <br />chess piece <br /> <br /> <br />as we chase <br />the sun <br /> <br /> <br />in adoration <br />of its rays <br /> <br /> <br />us two <br />human sunflowers <br /> <br /> <br />worshiping <br />its every motion <br /> <br /> <br />longing for <br />the sun that is to come. <br /> <br /> <br />******* <br /> <br />The day before we lay in bliss in our garden of sunshine. The next day the sun refused to shine despite our adoration. We went for a meal in our favourite Spanish restaurant in West Hampstead where we ate amongst sunshine trapped in leaves and passing breezes. <br /> <br />As I pushed her home(I’m always pushing her around) she mused to herself “I wonder when I will die? ” “What...! ” I gasped. “Well, I have to die sometime! ” “Well, don’t die now! ” I ordered her and promised her a garden of sunshine and a new poem to look forward to. <br /> <br />This...is that...new poem.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-poem-for-gina-in-the-worst-year-of-my-life-i-found-the-best-friend-of-my-life-2/
