This week’s photography and poetry prompt is the word ‘Sunset’ and I wanted to do something a little bit different…with the poem at least!
The sunset photograph is one of my absolute favourite photos in all that I have captured. It was only taken on my iPad Mini. It is a view from Ross’ parents balcony down in Portland, Dorset. A view over Chesil Beach. One of my favourite places to be.
The poem, as I said, is something a little bit different. I took the subject and looked at it from an elderly man’s perspective. This is not only in honour of my own Grandad – who is not here anymore – but also in respect of Ross’ Grandad whom he went to visit recently.
Entering the last years of my life
It’s just me now, no more the wife
Time is slipping like grains of sand
My family come and hold my hand
Reflection on all I have said and done
Did I do right by my daughter and son?
Memories are an everyday thing
Reminiscing, oh what joy they bring
My body is failing, my mind’s still there
My home is now just one of care
The frustration sometimes shows itself
I’m not ready to be put up on the shelf
Time is the thing I can’t control
Did I do right and live life whole?
Death now sums up all my fears
As I look upon my sunset years
Victoria Welton 29th July 2015