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Thu 8 May, 2003 03:08 am
Hi,
I'm new here, so I thought I would just drop an older poem off to start.
Thanks!
A Love Complete
When she was 56
He was ripped from her
By nature's cruel joke.
Thirty-three years later
She loves him still.
He took her
From before the great depression
Where she worked at laundry
For 12 cents a day
And all the time
They were partners
In life, in love
They raised 3 kids
Ran a farm
And when one was down
The other took up the slack
Never complaining
After he had passed
She was never the same
Confidence was gone
As well as
The glimmer in her eyes
And valiums consumed
To ease the pain
And forget the hurt
That would never end
I tried to fix her up
With gentlemen of good repute
She would have none of it
To soothe the loneliness
That followed her
Like a haunting specter
As though his death
Was her own
She is old now
Hair of silver
Mind not as keen
And when I speak to her
Sometimes I can see her drift
Back to the days
When her complete love
Was beside her
And she will ask me
Was I at his funeral?
Yes you were, I reply
I don't remember it
She says
Maybe that's a good thing
I say
Knowing they had
A Love Complete
Hi, Tim, and welcome to A2K.
I really got into your poem because I, too, have had a similar experience with a friend of mine whose husband died in the not too distant past. She still mourns him, and refuses to give up his memory. I have encouraged her to find someone to share her life with, but she refuses, still nurturing the pain.
I do hope to see more of your creations here.
Thank you
Thank you, I am glad you enjoyed it.
Here is my website, if you wish to read some others, and I will post more when I get the chance.
Once again, Thank you!
Tim
Tim's
Welcome to a2k, Tim.
Your poem reminded me of a great friend who never forgot her first love.
A quick visit to your website was impressive. I didn't have time to read more than one poem, 'Perhaps.' I was moved by its simple beauty.
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