Her Only Company Poem by Jona PoloRamirez

The Tea Mug waiting to be picked
Her only company while Death knocks on her door,
The sun already setting by the horizon,
Outside the world seemed to stand still
And held its breath waiting for Death's next step,
The Tea Mug wanted to inch its way into her hands
But she too stood still and let her hands fall by her sides,
Her wan face with tight lips wanting for a Grace.

Eventually her left hands reached out
Took the Tea Mug and with both hands
Felt the warmth and aroma, then
Halfway through bringing the mug to her lips
Death knocks on her door the second time,
Ignoring the knock she continued sipping and
Slowly the warmth and relaxing taste of the tea
Brought her dreamy mind back to the knock,
Then the world outside started to move again
As if a moment ago it never really had stopped,
Then from her window she saw Death
Wallk towards the horizon, it looked back
But continued its journey on...

The Tea Mug she placed by the window pane
Seemed to have rattled a little in a saucer,
Then the night breeze blew into her face
And she felt its warm touch into her rosy cheeks.

PMH May 2010