Eva Kelly

Eva Kelly……………….
One amputed leg and a spinal scar…and agony of my treatment for her throat cancer
She is just like honey dew and off course a chain smoker
She is always surviving with those shadows of fumes ….smoke!
Thick white dancing snow caped creatures!!!!!!!!!!
She is laughing always, then with every puff she anxiously in healing (as if grabbing an hour from her desire towards past)
Not as regular cigar smoker____ she is living with her lost boy friend
She is in her 90s; and can’t speak.
While she puffed out all those white fumes, she will cry, waves her hand and gives so many warm kisses in air …only for her lost love
She can’t walk towards him but throwing a bunch of warm welcomes …
He used to come beside her, over those white fumes, in her hallucination!
I can feel that Eva...
Even if I can’t see your hugs, I was a silent spectator
And the cigarettes she smoked is a way towards that eternal truth,
The end or what we call the death
For me it reflects a reunion (I am seeing that)
With whom she lost somewhere in her mental distraction.
My dear Eva
With a spinal scar and throat cancer
I love you in your 90s
I don’t know why?
You look so bright with that hearing aid.
When he comes, his name is PEEJAY
I can hear whispers hovering over your bed,
I can feel that because I do believe in tears.