Wednesday, 5 February 2014

Bad day

Yesterday was a bad day. So I wrote another poem feeling useless. Sorry.

 

There are places I will not let my head lead me

As I pat my husbands pillow

 

There are clothes I cannot fold

As I look inside his wardrobe

 

Too many sweet memories cloud my mind

And I have to keep them all at bay.

 

I must stay strong for him

And not allow the grief to show

 

Tears lie in wait as I move around the house

It is not his house any more

He would not recognise it.

Alien objects are collected

Chairs, commodes, stair lifts, zimmers

All in place for his return

The moment I know now will never happen.

 

4 comments:

  1. [*] Oh Jean!!!

    Praying hard for you and for David. Sorry that I'm to far away to give a huge hug :( Really feel for you at the moment.

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  2. Fee so helpless for you but prayers continue

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  3. So very sorry you are at this stage Jean. I'll keep the useless platitudes to myself.
    Love and prayersX

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  4. As with everyone else, feel for you and praying. Virtual hugs (())

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