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YOU ARE MY MUSE TODAY
for my husband who labors to hold me close in memory in the wilderness of Alzheimer's
where is the broom to sweep up
all the shards, to re-deal life's cards
when a loved one has gone away
and left a heart to break on its own
the sudden crippling chill of all alone
from all the years once spent together
and now the bed is bigger, colder
no matter the number of blankets,
they cannot fill that space beside
where he used to lay, and keep
me warm, where is heaven's mercy
then, that makes an angel of one
so dear and hallowed in my life who
will walk with me, but without memory . . . the rooms still hold his essence
like it's waiting for him to return ... his scent like musks finest hour
filling the air, his laughter a tenant
in my heart that filled my ears
i cry but he does not spill with my tears
flowing down the smile lines he
drew on my face with his soft kisses
as i gaze into the mirror alone,
the place he once left so many notes on
shades of his rosy hue covered his lips,
the "i love you"s with little hearts
i drew to dot the i... i was his girl . . . i was the vessel he filled with his love
made life's journey so much easier,
how he filled my sails . ..
now every wind
carries hints of his voice, my one-sided
conversations of all the plans we'd made
on those walks we used to take . . . we pointed at the snow on the mountain,
how it seemed so big through our years , we laughed, imagining how cold it would be
up there, though his smile could melt
the polar caps, and i would even tell him so . i see, the snows returning, time's great
hands weighing the horizon, but that snow
won't melt now, i shelter the flame
of him in my heart, though my steps
are slowed and heavier, how he still
keeps me warm.that mountain doesn't
look so big anymore, that place you laid
down for your final sleep without me
by your side to keep you warm now . . . it's all a mess now, time without him
hard to keep the place clean now
it doesn't feel so much like a home
without him by my side, sharing my life
clear minded
maybe time is the bristled straw
against my final hours turning to dust
when my heart stops beating, too weak
to go on anymore, and then
to collect me and carry me to him. . . and my legs will be young again
and my arms will be strong again
and my heart will become whole again
and he will redraw those smile lines
with those soft kisses and touches
upon my smooth face and that future
day i will once more sweep him
off his spiritual feet ... he is still my
smile as i think of that coming day
no longer having to spend without him
in that day of final reckoning . .
that day of final beckoning
YOU ARE MY MUSE TODAY
for my husband who labors to hold me close in memory in the wilderness of Alzheimer's
where is the broom to sweep up
all the shards, to re-deal life's cards
when a loved one has gone away
and left a heart to break on its own
the sudden crippling chill of all alone
from all the years once spent together
and now the bed is bigger, colder
no matter the number of blankets,
they cannot fill that space beside
where he used to lay, and keep
me warm, where is heaven's mercy
then, that makes an angel of one
so dear and hallowed in my life who
will walk with me, but without memory . . . the rooms still hold his essence
like it's waiting for him to return ... his scent like musks finest hour
filling the air, his laughter a tenant
in my heart that filled my ears
i cry but he does not spill with my tears
flowing down the smile lines he
drew on my face with his soft kisses
as i gaze into the mirror alone,
the place he once left so many notes on
shades of his rosy hue covered his lips,
the "i love you"s with little hearts
i drew to dot the i... i was his girl . . . i was the vessel he filled with his love
made life's journey so much easier,
how he filled my sails . ..
now every wind
carries hints of his voice, my one-sided
conversations of all the plans we'd made
on those walks we used to take . . . we pointed at the snow on the mountain,
how it seemed so big through our years , we laughed, imagining how cold it would be
up there, though his smile could melt
the polar caps, and i would even tell him so . i see, the snows returning, time's great
hands weighing the horizon, but that snow
won't melt now, i shelter the flame
of him in my heart, though my steps
are slowed and heavier, how he still
keeps me warm.that mountain doesn't
look so big anymore, that place you laid
down for your final sleep without me
by your side to keep you warm now . . . it's all a mess now, time without him
hard to keep the place clean now
it doesn't feel so much like a home
without him by my side, sharing my life
clear minded
maybe time is the bristled straw
against my final hours turning to dust
when my heart stops beating, too weak
to go on anymore, and then
to collect me and carry me to him. . . and my legs will be young again
and my arms will be strong again
and my heart will become whole again
and he will redraw those smile lines
with those soft kisses and touches
upon my smooth face and that future
day i will once more sweep him
off his spiritual feet ... he is still my
smile as i think of that coming day
no longer having to spend without him
in that day of final reckoning . .
that day of final beckoning