I wonder if you’ll love me
when time comes
to wipe away a trail of beef and barley soup
from a shirt someone else buttoned,
to a fissure of lips and forgotten teeth
that once set wild fires raging in your ears.
Will our memories dance in fragrant flower fields,
or become casualties of this war I’ll lose?
Your hand is tender against my cheek,
I’ll press against it, as long as I can.
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I'm pretty sure you'll end up lonely and alone, but hey, good poem. :)
a wonderful terrifying tender thought
cheers
like a glass of ice on a hot august day. good to be back reading blogs again.
That is so sad :( do you need a hugg
take care
Aww...Its so romantic but has a very subtle melancholy to it. Its a scary thought to be by yourself when old I guess. Thank you
now where are those tissues again... :)
wonderful poem!
Moment to moment, we will press cheek to hand as long as we can and keep the spark kindled that started those wild fires. It's all we can do, it's all we need to do. And it's lovely doing. ...Such a tender, difficult poem.
This is great! Addresses so succinctly the questions we start asking ourselves over time. I mean, didn't the Beatles even ask 'will you love me when I'm 64'
A really good one, Pat! One of your best.
Great poem!
I loved it!
Pat...so romantically sad. What can I say but you pine for lost love. May blessings so sweet as your poetry greet you with the morning sun. Great poem.
Lucky hand! Lucky cheek! Lucky us that you shared it!
Pat, to add,... this poem of yours reminded me of the character Dr. Juvenal Urbino in Marquez’s “Love in the Time of Cholera”
I love this one! (don't know if I'll make it that far, though. :) )
For all the forlorn images, this is real love, beautifully done.
You may enjoy reading this poem. It is something I wrote a good while back. Your loverly imagery called it to mind. Again.
tender, terrifying and beautiful.
great stuff!
Just confiming your reservation for the "Twilight Nursing Home For The Terminally Bewildered" Mr Paulk. And thanks for this moving poem ...
Great poem Pat. Same fears I have, honestly. Nothing worse than being old and unloved isn't it?
i can't imagine being in that place
Bravo, Pat. This is beautiful work.
I hope I get hit by a train. The thought of being feeble and alone scares the holy hell outta me.
The mettle of true love...reminds me of the Beatles tune "...when I'm sixty-four" (Pat, I'm sure you are writing this in the third person).
Some people do, some don't, I will hope for the best for you.... :):)
It is a thought provoking piece,
Got behind in my replies:
Hey, l & a ain't a bad place to be sometimes. But hey, thank you!!
It is Floots. I've seen this with people with alzheimers and dementia. We have to play the cards we're dealt, but it is very sad and touching.
Eric it is good to have you back. Like a pot hole being repaired.
Jel thanks for the hug thought!!
Dumbdodi, a definite melancholy. Thank you!!
Polona I've got some, but you don't want to use mine!! Thank you!!
MB, it is sad to watch the indiscriminate ravages of age. It burns everything away but the radiant core of love. It's either there or not, and when it is, it's beautiful to see.
Thanks Pris!! 64 doesn't seem so old now. I'm sure Paul and Ringo don't think so either.
Thank you Margie!!
Thanks Don!!
Thank you Osquer!!
Shyamalee, I confess I haven't read this, but after reading some reviews, I think I might!! Thank you!!
Andrew, I'm pulling for you!! Of course, none of us know. Thank you!!
Lady Wordsmith, I enjoyed it very much!! Thank you for coming by and commenting.
Dsnake, yes it is. thank you!!
Karasu, I'm definitely terminally bewildered!! I'll go for an assisted living facility, much nicer than a nursing home. They have bingo!! But don't put me out to pasture yet. This "old" bull has a kick or two left.
Medusa, you are right!! And there are too many like that. Thank you!!
Hang around Ruthanne and you will!!
Thanks Rebecca!! Say no to trains!!
Vaughn, as one terminally bewildered, I'm not sure. Yes, the old foggie Beatles. Two of em made it.
Nea, same for you. Thank you!!
beautifully done-Sad yet full of compassion-the reality of real love and what it takes
I keep coming back to this.
Out of fear. Out of familiarity.
And I try to find hope and strength in the last lines.
Regardless, it is beautiful and a tad devastating in its honesty.
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