Thursday, February 28, 2013

Heartbroken


Heartbroken                 

The days are zipping past unforgivingly. 
Soon it will be March - my birthday month - 
and the start of autumn. 
Already, I have lived through 
my last January, my last February
and my last season of summer.
The words seem but a fiction,
subsumed, as they are, into a greater grief.
When I can no longer endure the morning
torture of getting from bed to chair 
and the return journey in the evening,
I will be bed-bound and have to say goodbye
to a view I have loved for over twenty years:
Zipadee a newcomer, always birds at the feeder
and the change of light on the walnut tree.
Then I will have no need
to wait for my body to give up:
I will die of a broken heart.



Coping

My illness has been so limiting,
I haven't been able to break free 
or ride the four winds.
Now it's making visitors hard work:
I want to talk about death and dying,
they want to talk about their daily happenings.
I suggest a compromise:
Read me Winnie the Pooh,
or Treasure Island.

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