5d • Poems
Youngest of Kin
This poem is deeply personal and I am exploring bringing in present tense words into a past tense scenario.
🛑Trigger warning for anyone that may have lost someone close, proceed with caution this poem is dark and meant to heal. But only when you are ready to explore such topics.
**** Looking forward to your feedback
Here it is;
Youngest of Kin
There was a window,
It overlooked the ocean,
trees first, then busy clouds in motion.
You were in your nightgown.
Tubes and machines.
You weren’t breathing.
Not without forced air in and out.
I stayed strong, through three months of grime
Because I knew it would be me
who’d walk him through this time.
We searched for something on the radio, a song
A background sound that could ease this wrong
I wanted to vomit — everything all at once, anything but this, moment that I just can’t trust.
I breathe out anger and vile disgust, disdain for this heartache that I will never triumph
I don’t care about hunger, details, or despair,
My concern is for him, your youngest, standing there.
Your youngest of kin,
And I search for the strength
To be what he needs
while you shed this place
It was hard, but I kept myself talking through it,
Filling the moment with sounds that you knew.
Songs that felt like home filling the room,
Our voices adrift through all of the gloom.
You left us then, the air heavy and numb,
Your last breath came when the tubes were undone.
By Nicole Jordan (Nikki)
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