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23 March 2013

I Cry About the Strangest Things


I'm losing weight at last —
not interested in food these days,
with only me to cook for. Which I do,
and I eat healthy; feel I owe it to you
and myself. I don't have sugar treats
stashed away in cupboards, 
comfort foods; and I don't
rely any more on two small glasses
of red wine every evening for the stress.

All that stress is gone, of caring for you:
keeping you, the doctor said, alive 
and well enough, beyond what he'd
have managed, or the hospital. Now
I have only grief, for which I find
scant comfort. Not even chocolate
does it, not even shellfish — so
I am becoming slimmer, and with ease.
And you not here to see! It makes me cry.

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  1. Unknown23 March 2013 at 15:11

    It makes me cry, too. With simplicity and grace, you share such an intimate conversation through poetry. I don't know how you do it, Rosemary, turning grief into art. But you do it. And you do it incredibly well.

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade23 March 2013 at 15:16

      Thank you, Kim. I guess I do it because I must. And it's what's there to write in response to any prompt.

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  2. Lorna Cahall23 March 2013 at 17:20

    This is really creates such a mixed emotion - but, yes...it does make me want to cry, too.

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  3. adhi das23 March 2013 at 23:17

    ur expressions are touching,ur thoughts are deep& style of writing is unique...Rosemary is a name that i have heard from my dad on whom he had a first crush..i love the name &ur writing dear Ma'm ..long live happily,smile sweetly write endlessly.GOD<3U

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  4. Rosaria Williams24 March 2013 at 03:01

    There it is, the truth, and it is easily recognized when the light is turned on.
    This is how we live, how we love, how we die!

    Thanks for turning the light on.

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  5. Lisa Williams30 March 2013 at 10:21

    This is so tender and it did make me cry. We spend so many years with our partner, get so used to each other and when we lose one we are lost for awhile, wishing they could see the positive things we have done. Lovely Rosemary

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade30 March 2013 at 10:40

      I see you understand! Thanks for expressing this.

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