Thank you to Catherine Prentice and Michael Quiano for this month’s poetry submissions. All Bethany employees, and in collaboration with Aramark employees, are welcome to submit their poetry to marketing.communication@bethanyseniors.com for next month’s feature.
Only mine
I told myself so many times
To get ready to let you go
But as the time was coming near
I still didn’t want to know
How life would be without you
Because you always have been there
For better or worse, we promised
To be together forever, and share
In all of our joys and sorrows,
But now ‘forever’ I must redefine
As all those joys are in the past
And this sorrow is only mine
-Catherine (Cathy) Prentice
The Unseen
The room of flickering light
The mirror of uncanny sight
Shrouded me in chilling night
In shock and in fright
Wreath scented the eerie air
Candle smokes made me scare
The freezing wind, embraced my skin
My hair stood like a pricking pin
Then, a thin voice echoes my name
Whispering, murmuring it came
Somewhere, not far but near
Michael, Michael I am here
My ears grasp the ghostly sound
My scary eyes glom and look around
No one I see behind the door
Not even shadows on the floor
Then humid air exhaled deeply cold
The creepy voice, I felt appalled
Michael, Michael it called again
A waning cry, I froze and listen
Fearlessly, I spoke to the shallow voice
I have to I have no choice
Come to my dream I utter
Speak to me I mutter
In dreams the voice came to me
A white lady, a weeping lady
Faceless she cried
Her tears terrified
In her stammering tone, she sighed to me
The list I wrote has forgotten me?
Her vented words seem a mystery
But I sense, remembrance and prayers
she asked from me
In memoir, I pray for thee
Rest in Peace forever be
-Michael Angelo B. Quiano
