Daphne’s Cat

People often ask me where my love of writing simple poetry comes from. My only explanation is..my mother. Daphne’s Cat was written on a scrap of paper that was passed on to me when I collected her bits and bobs from her room in the nursing home when the day finally came…I’m sure she would have dedicated this poem to the many, many people who are in the same situation at this time in their lives.

Daphne’s Cat

Three score years and half of that,
I share a room with Daphne’s cat.
The seasons flow across the pane,
Spring and summer here again.

Trees are green and flowers bloom,
I sit at peace within my room.
When winter comes with rain and snow,
And gales through nooks and crannies blow.

I’m warm and snug and nicely fed,
And Daphne’s cat sleeps on my bed.
I sit and dream the hours away,
Re-living memories from yesterday.

So many smiles, so many tears,
So many hopes, so many fears.
The pride I felt for my only son,
I’m so glad I never hurt any one.

Tomorrow I’ll sit again and wait,
Moving gently along to meet my fate.
And I’ll probably think of this and that,
As I watch the world with Daphne’s cat.

© Martin Silvester 16/8/2017./..Frances Joan Silvester.