Still Life

Close your eyes,
recall the dream
and him with it.

Call out for comfort
in the days ahead;
the doing

of all that is needful,
expected
to sustain you-

the pretense of joy,
freedom to choose
the silence awaiting you

even now,
as it would the first
honest word.

© 2006 Anne Fraser

Rock-a-Bye

Hope
I wore for warmth
has now been
set aside,

yet
there is this
last kiss
to be given,

hinges -
a lid to be closed
across
nothing more;

the path home,
a door
that opens
into rooms

with nothing
left
to them
but the hurting.

© 2006 Anne Fraser