Old Lady

Curry bubbling on the stove

whilst the radio plays your favourite songs

You in your zone 

The kitchen table the meeting place 

Showing your love with food filled plates 

No task was too big or too small 

You always handled it all

Now this frail old lady 

I barely recognise at all

A transparent shield separates us 

No longer able to hug or touch 

If i would of known the last time

I would be eating your food 

I would of savoured it more and asked for seconds

If i would of known the last time i was allowed to hug you 

I would of held you closer and cherished the scent of your perfume 

If i could turn back the hands of time 

You would feel no pain 

And we could enjoy that time again.