Sunday, September 13, 2009

WE CAN NEVER BE SURE OF TOMORROW

My husband has been ill and he has problems with his mind, his memory. It is difficult for all of us who love and care for him. I have written this poem dedicated to him.

ADRIFT

I watch you, wedged in sleep,
witness dream shadows shuffle
across your countenance,
and wonder what thoughts parade
behind your closed eyes.
The you I knew hovers ghostly,
peeking out sporadically,
like a veil of stars emerging
from behind nomadic clouds.

This unwelcome transformation
disheartens, lies between us
like the shock of blood
upon whiteness of virgin snow.
I grieve for what once was;
for dreams shared, memories
now a jumbled puzzle in your head,
grieve for you, gone astray
in your minds wilderness, slowly
drifting further from me.

Every now and then the clouds part,
your eyes flash with recollection,
and we drift languidly together
across moonlit moments,
the storm departed
for now.

3 comments:

  1. Thanks so much for sharing this! It's a poignant truth, that many share, in many ways.
    Beautiful.

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  2. You are so brave to share your life so openly with so many. I will continue to support in any way I can. Your poetry expresses so eloquently the mountains and valleys you have traveled through.

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  3. We are sorry Clay is doing so poorly. Please give us an update. Love, Gene and Sue

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