Poetry

Do You Want to Know What Love Is

Love is fifty plus years of marriage

Coming to a close in a room

At home while he lies

In a hospital bed

Love is how she dotes on him

Rubbing lotion in small

Circles on his skin and

Carmex on his lips

Love is how she helps to change

him and squirt water on

His dry tongue, doing

Whatever she can

Love is how he sometimes seems

To recognize her face, to touch

Her cheek with shaking fingers

And although he can no longer

Speak, his eyes show the love

And admiration he has

For the woman by his bedside.

That is love.

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Poetry

Conflicting Emotions

Cascading spa-colored fabric

That ruffles down, extenuating their figures

lightly brushing against the

Silver strapped heels

*

An argument about a morphine drip

That soothes pain and yet,

Simultaneously, steals away what

Precious little time remains

*

Teardrop necklaces that rest

Perfectly between the collar bones

Kissing their skin right above

V-shaped necklines

*

Caregivers that do their best to

Give care where they can and warning

Where they cannot, whispering,

“Prepare yourself for the end.”

*

The family and friends who murmur

“Congratulations on your Engagement”

and “Our Condolences” on your grandfather’s health

In the same sentence.

*

A man that loves me with all his heart

And a man who showed me what love is

*

The best

and

The worst

Memories occurring

Side by side.

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Poetry

Your Arms

Are my stronghold

When I have no strength

I walk through these halls

I hold it it and smile

I nod, even though I never

Heard the question

My brain is numb

Although I swear I can hear

My heart cracking

Inch

By

Inch

But I must be

Strong

Mustn’t I?

Except for when you are around

Except for when I am held

Protected, safe, sheltered

In your arms

When I can allow myself

To be weak

And to weep

As I hear my hear

My heart shatter

Piece

By

Piece

©KaylaAnnAuthor

© KaylaAnn and KaylaAnnAuthor.wordpress.com, 2018. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to KaylaAnn and KaylaAnnAuthor.wordpress.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.