Winter's come my hands are chapped
To warm them up I make them clap
I listen to the sounds of silence
There is no scent on my nose
Where are the critters? Who knows
Must be in bed like my wife Sue
Who will get up when she wants to
Don't be fooled she's worth every cent
Times ticking has changed not one thing
I remember all those years ago
As we sip on our lasting love
Much like a pair of cooing turtle doves
So grateful she did say "I do"
The clock ticked on as our love grew
So we gazed at tangerine skies
Saw the trust in each others eyes
We never tired of our love affair
Until the day I watched over you
In hospital for the last time
Longing that you'd stay with me
But sadly that was not to be
That is so very touching. I don't know if your poetry is autobiographical or not, but this feels so real. If so, I am so sorry for your loss. I too lost a spouse of many years.
ReplyDeleteI am old Lisa so I have a vast memory to improvise virtually every subject that come up. Losing loved ones happens but in this case it was merely the given words that decided the story...with help from the memory of course.
DeleteSuch a touching poem - one of love and sadly loss
ReplyDeleteYou may be old but I know you feel that loss keenly and it is there to stay but we must go on somehow and you are doing that.Everyone who does is a champ in my book. Keep safe
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