
Life Song
Lifetimes ago I took time to heal
from a dream derailed by a man’s
inability to give love without hurt
and though my heart could never be new again
time passed and I met another man
a kind man who settled gently into my life
like dandelion down
no more days of motorcycles
Mexican adventure
intense joy
inevitable pain
now the rise and fall was more like breath
build a company, watch it die
move on, another try
careers, our band
all merged into our life song
steady comfortable drone
below the onward happy notes
that were our children
children so soon gone
to sing their own life songs
and their happy notes
though muted by distance
became separate melodies
then below life’s comfortable drone
a new tone
discordant, wrong
his trembling fingers, no longer sure on the keyboard,
we ordered a vibraphone
his breath weakened, an oxygen concentrator
a brace to hold his head up from his chest
but nothing fixed the fear in his eyes,
as nonexistent children appeared
his hallucinations filled our home
dementia, I dread you more than anything
even more than the serpentine coiled guilt
decisions regretted,
doubts if I could have done more
his pain ceased seven years ago
but time has its own breath
expands to allow happiness
a hike with the dog, dinner with friends
grandchildren
contracts
again by his bedside
his last breath
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Fred died from complications of Parkinson’s Disease on October 21, 2010
Dear, dear Barbara. This poem makes me feel such love, such pain, self-doubt, and renewal. Renewal twice. Thank you for the gift of this poem. I love these lines: “now the rise and fall was more like breath” and “but time has its own breath”. xoA
Thank you. October always brings the contraction
Beautiful. I am covered with chill bumps!!!
Thank you
Beautiful. So raw and honest. Publishable but that’s beside the point. It’s a gorgeous poem
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A beautiful ode. And much more.
Thank you