Dear Heart, Some Questions by Susan Lander
- Susan Lander
- Apr 2
- 1 min read
Though you are still present, here, in your chair
I ache for the absence of you
You depart, moment by day
piece by memory
And as your desire to fight wanes
it leaves an empty oyster shell on the shore of my heart
You are silent, gazing back over eras
to a life uniquely lived
Do you think of years well explored
Or dwell on opportunities lost
And I wonder, when this ends
will you be happy

Susan Lander worked as a nurse before turning her attention, perhaps inevitably, to writing. She is certain that nursing is much easier than writing. Patients, unlike her characters, at least largely try to behave themselves. She lives in Wiltshire with her long-suffering husband, whose unique skills include a first class honours in camouflage when she appears waving a new story, and their two delinquent cats, Tigger and Midnight. She enjoys behaving badly with friends and family and vows never to grow up, believing it to be vastly overrated.