Love

Sweet

In some ways, he’s more my child than my husband. He seems to acknowledge this on some level when he refers to me as his mother; of course, when he does, it’s part of his confusions, delusions, and hallucinations. When I came back from an unusually late outing in which I enjoyed the hospitality ofContinue reading “Sweet”

Love and grief

I wear my grief on my sleeve likeA badge on a soccer uniformI hope that the love is a secondPatch also obvious, also on mySleeve. Love and grief commingle,Intertwined, intermingled, linkedIn tears and smiles, in the joy ofHaving you still with me. I see theGlimmers of who you always were.I mourn losing all the rest.Continue reading “Love and grief”

A poem

It was, well still is, a beautiful Day, full of autumn’s promise,Crisp with expectation. I amSorry you missed it, my love.Staying inside, sluggish withYour special imaginings andDisconnected from seasonsAs they pass. I so want youPresent and here with me inThe warm of fall as it beginsTo cool. It’s a season I haveAlways enjoyed most ofContinue reading “A poem”

Home away

It’s a quandary we face. The person we love and married is no longer the same. I miss him all the time. Life with a p.w.d. is far from easy. Is this the right time to place him or her in a residential home? A social worker once told me, “You will know when theContinue reading “Home away”

Easy

Burt has a susceptibility to falling in love. I have mentioned it before. This morning, I noticed a new criterion; [the first is that the “girls” treat him well or ‘are nice to me’ as he puts it]. “We met when you brought me breakfast,” he says. Since we had had so many issues withContinue reading “Easy”

You know the phrase

I love him to pieces. You Know that feeling. You’veSaid it before. Now, I alsoSay, “I love him in pieces.”As he falls away, stumblesIn his mind, loses his way.Reasoning is gone, his andMine; I, too, am less rationalI, too, am lost or losing myPath forward. I, too, am soEmotional that I can cry in AnContinue reading “You know the phrase”

What does love have to do with it?

I found this poem about love being our salvation (and not) from April. It’s true. Love can’t stop the heartache, but we need it to just “keep on keepin’ on.” Today, Burt had no problem letting me go. He called to check when and where we would meet later. Very agreeable. Last night, my early toContinue reading “What does love have to do with it?”

My poet

This is what I needed to move from the darkness I have been feeling. [To wit, a poem called Seeking Joy, which hardly hit its mark.] It was a contribution by my love, my p.w.d. Burt said something that was very uncharacteristic. He told me, “You’re talking to a poet.” I said, “You are theContinue reading “My poet”

Poems of time and remembrance

He told me all his stories, so That when this day came, I’d Be the one who remembered. Love song: if I remember you Is it lost if we mourn it Mourning When he lost the wisdom of his age What feels like the loss That he’s broken and breaking [Like] Lear on the moorContinue reading “Poems of time and remembrance”

Ours is a love story, so we have ourForever after, although sometimes,It resides with sorrow, not always aHappily, like in the fairy tales whereAll’s well because it ends well. Aren’t All endings sad? Our forever love isIn this moment. Ours is a love story.