I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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5 November 2012

If He Was Here


1

If he was here
a bleak day like this
would be for snuggling.

If he was here
what's for dinner
would matter.

If he was here
he'd have some great idea
for me to implement.

If he was here
I'd be constantly
doing washing.

If he was here
there would be
kissing.



2

If he was here
the cats 
wouldn't cry in their sleep.

If he was here
I'd never have known
cats could cry in their sleep.

If he was here
I'd be hiding matches and lighters
just in case.

If he was here
I'd be watching every minute
for random falls and spills.

If he was here
I wouldn't be learning to say
'my' instead of 'our'.


3

If he was here
I'd never sneeze
without a 'Bless you!'

If he was here
I'd keep my tears at his pain
for shedding later.

If he was here 
we'd greet the full moon 
together.


4

If he was here
the words, 'I love you'
would not feel stark.


Submitted for Poetry Pantry #122 at Poets United

12 comments:

  1. A heartfelt poem, lovingly, wistfully done.

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  2. A very moving, honest write!

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  3. Dear Rosemary~
    The intensity, honesty, directness and sincerity in this piece speak volumes.

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  4. Oh, Rosemary, how sad and poignant and perfectly written. And oh! the cats crying in their sleep. This poem goes straight to the heart - because it comes from the heart. You are a brave traveler, kiddo.

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    1. Thanks, Sherry! I don't feel brave, more like 'what can't be cured must be endured.' But I guess I've always thought it important to confront whatever is there.

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  5. This was incredibly moving. The details were a fitting variety, some surprising, like, "geez, that is what would happen..."

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  6. Ahhhh, that was a great tribute to the one you miss so much. Fantastic tribute.

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