There wasn't nearly enough holding
kissing cuddling stroking
she became so fragile by the end
it felt as if she'd break if squeezed too tight
I washed her failing body more than once
almost unbearable
handle with care
cautious of crushing
painfully precious solid heavy distorted frangible flesh
clumsy as clay
precious as porcelain
It wasn't enough
there was a once
a moment
eternity of months ago
i kneeled and buried my face in her poor dear stomach
we wept
she stroked my hair
i can still feel her fingers
If only i could be back there still
not present in this here and now
she should be here to hold me
A poetry blog started in a time of crisis, pain and loss (thats when the poetry flows!). Restarted now in the context of chronic disease. Life, eh?!
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
This disease
a bruising trebuchet battering at your fortress attacking from within Insidious conjured unforseen unbidden catastrophic sneaking from som...
-
thick love like wading through honey without the sweet goldenness through mud but without the soothing coolness tapioca? not slimy - diff...
-
paper cotton leather linen lace teeth (skin) and fingernails scraping teetering on the sharpest edge of hope and disappointment ground(?) w...
-
1927-2002 How terribly strange to be orphaned. Too young a word for someone my age. Sudden yet hardly unforeseen in the gym Wednesday, gone ...
1 comment:
A hug and a holding for you ((x))
Post a Comment