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The Day Mary Died
by Jane E PearceIt's the silence-the nothingness
that is left behind,
the bed is cold
where you slept,
your body's metabolism
that warmed the sheets
is now a strange energy,
unto itself.
A voice so familiar,
now talks in my head
to fill the quiet .
Speak up-I can't hear you
from so far away-
show yourself-once more.
No? Are you watching
me shed these tears?
Say something!
Oh lord, half of me is left,
and you are off galavanting
with my love in your pocket.
01/29/2004
Author's Note: My sister-in-law died very suddenly today from a ruptured aorta. I wrote this for her husband Richard.
Posted on 01/30/2004
Copyright © 2026 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 01/30/04 at 01:31 AM How tragic. but let me tell you, if I was her, I'd be delighted with the ending and how you see her, feisty and gallivanting. That is a positive and happy twist to the poem, and I'm sure it reflects her personality. Blessings. it's beautiful, sad but beautiful |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 01/30/04 at 03:33 AM Tragic and sad... my condolences |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 01/31/04 at 04:53 PM i'm so sorry for your loss |
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