Poems...

i am not allowed to copyright my poems so i have deleted this

Love it.

i tried to express my grief the type that just stops you in your tracks no warning 

To Jerry

I had to  stop were I was I at.

Sit I did and from the world I hid.

the sun still shines and the wind may blow.

But my love is lost,  and I can not go.

So here I sit, where we once we stood

To see the view and wish I could

Hear your voice or feel your touch

But now your gone and missed so much

hours pass, then days,  now months.

your timelines still, and mine just jumps   

Our journeys split, though once entwined

until  the day our souls   combine

A new journey  I must take

And live life twice for both our sake

©️Katie M

For My Chris - Martha G M

I have never known this kind of pain before,

But I had never known this kind of love before.

One must follow the other, I suppose, when death comes.

But death cannot kill love, indeed, it only makes it stronger.

It lives on in my heart and in his eternal and limitless energy – 

in his spirit that will not, that cannot be diminished.

He lives on in his children, in his grandchildren, present and future, 

and in the hearts of those who loved him.

He lives on in me and the myriad memories we made together.

I held his hand as he slipped away,

Told him I loved him for the millionth time … and the last time,

Kissed his face and hands and heard his final breath.

And in that moment, I knew my life would never be the same,

And while I hope to never again feel this depth of sadness, 

I will always be full of love, because that is what he left me… 

a legacy of love and laughter and silliness and goodness.

I hope no-one will take offence:

IN THE COLD

This grief is my cross, the nails are my memories.

Your dying was my Passion, my garden of Gethsemane.

I wear the crown of thorns that weds me to my past.

The blood that drips into the broken cup is now unrequited love.

It seeps into your ashes from which no Phoenix will arise.

There is no Mary Magdalene to quench my thirsting heart

Or with perfumed water, soothe my aching soul.

The tears on my tongue are my only refreshment,

Their salt, a bitter salve to my festering wound.

Where are the feathered angels, the guardians of our lives ?

Are they all deserters encamped amongst themselves ?

This anguish laced with acid robs me of myself

As it eats away the stitches that held my fragile seams.

The cloak has fallen; the garment we had sewn together is no more -

The lots were cast by some conniving thieves

And I, the beggar, wear but half, while the so-called saints in heaven

Hang out with my other half and leave me in the cold.

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another fabulous piece xx

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Dear all,

Just thought I would share one of my poems.  Probably more apt for the carers group, as this was inspired by our attitude during my husband's illness, but sharing it nevertheless. I do have one titled "acknowledging grief" but don't feel ready to share this at the moment but will do soon.... 

I totally agree with Val/Darkhorse that creativity can be very healing.

With lots of love,

Dutsie Xx      

The night of the storm #Menorca 2018

Under cover outside in the storm,

We were delighted

Under the cloud of the diagnosis,

Some would say we were blighted

In the midst of the storm we had choices

Instead of that sinking feeling that is accompanied by darkness,

We decided upon enjoying the dark sky illuminated by lightness

We reminisced into the early hours and he shared,

I feel incredibly lucky with life I have had

I now reminisce alone looking up at the night sky,

Our decision to make the most I am so glad 

© Dutsie 

I you were the only girl in the world

and I was the only boy

We would be drawn together

That would be our only choice

But there are six billion souls alive

On. This planet of blue and green

Even so we met and loved

And found our true life's deam

So how can that be if it were not for fate

That we loved and bred and then we lost

What cost did we pay for that first day

When our eyes first met

Our heart first jioned

Two nieve kids with plenty of time

A time infinite, but still bound

To a mortal life. 

Now that time has blown our world apart

I hoe that mortality was just thevstat

Of our journey, with each other. 

I could never love another. 

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