by Maureen Glaude
...and so through the nights
already beyond what had been promised
towards the emptying
of his hourglass of earth life,
they hold hands,
bear each others agony
listen for the others breaths,
man and wife
resisting the impact
of that final vow's reality
"til death do us part,"
though knowing not even that
will do it.
Author's Note: for Jack and Marilyn, in the process of the journey
Posted on 02/06/2005
Copyright © 2021 Maureen Glaude
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/06/05 at 08:38 PM|
Reading this brought tears to my eyes. Only after one reads the poem, especially that last part does the full impact of the title hit home. Fine work Mo.
|Posted by Charles E Minshall on 02/06/05 at 10:53 PM|
Nice poem Mo. A great love can't be beat...Charlie
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/07/05 at 01:51 AM|
Most who have finished the process so aptly and sympathetically described knows the validity of this poem. The last couple of lines really highlight the truth!
|Posted by Dana E Brossard on 02/07/05 at 06:37 AM|
Very nice and lovely.
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/07/05 at 03:06 PM|
...deep,heavy words, m'dear...beautifully explicated, and so poigniant and true...chaz
|Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 02/09/05 at 02:36 PM|
this wrenched at my heart and soul... beautiful and sad in one breath... excellent piece here, maureen... blessings...