Summer Heat
• 08/17/23 at 11:32PM •Summer heat,
sleepless night,
drooping eyes,
just not right.
Retired for many years and now re-discovering some writings, from long ago, along with new endeavor to help save my soul.
Summer heat,
sleepless night,
drooping eyes,
just not right.
How can you ignore,
the care of another?
They are not strangers,
nor sisters or brothers.
Step forward to be,
counted by all,
be they short
or exceptionally tall.
Reviewing Life.
What is life about?
Should we be happy
or scream and shout?
Life can be scary,
mattering not what you learned.
Life is up and down.
Sometimes we get burned.
Be strong my niece,
strong like you are.
Keep your love intact,
for those near and far.
What has happened
to life?
Why does it have to be
my wife?
She is a good person,
much better than I.
Why are you taking her?
Why not I?
Living today for tomorrow.
What if tomorrow never comes,
while all the yesterdays,
are no longer here.
I visited my wife again today.
The Care Givers, had taken her
to her room and placed her in bed.
There was no recognition of me.
No beautiful smile. Just a simple,
"Who are you?"
I sat and held her hand.
My eyes tend to seep tears when
I sit with her. I think how close
we are both on the final journey.
I am saddened for her and I.
The hard reality
of life and death,
hit me between the eyes
when I saw my wife,
laying on a hospital bed.
The tear ducts needed a
good cleaning. They came
through for me, today.
I can feel depressions,
creeping in,
an overpowering sense
of sorrow as I faced
the finality of life.
I have been avoiding,
going to the room as
I was fearful of dealing
with the true reality.
I can't say I am better
but do feel I have closed
the gap between my
expectations and reality.
Out the window,
over the door,
whomever it was,
don't live here no more.
Dreaming....
A soft, light rain,
fell from above,
bringing freshness,
to flowers I love.
I'm lonely. It's 3:30 AM,
and thinking of you.
Moisture in my eyes,
while thoughts from
my Childhood, echo,
"Big boys don't cry".
Why can't I cry or
get angry? Why must
I try to be strong.
You can no longer
see my sorrow,
nor can I tell you,
right at this moment,
how much I miss you.
Where my heart goes,
my soul will follow,
be there obstacles,
deep or shallow.
My love grows within,
like water I swallow,
and with the land,
so rich and fallow.
I trip the light fantastic,
when I believe I can dance,
discovering my old muscles,
shouldn't try, no chance.