Do we need another poem about love –
Love is too often sung and wrote
and acted and played ad nauseum,
but write me a poem about a shy
admiration or a humble declaration,
about leaving your world behind to
chase the happiness of another,
about watching a human that you made
with someone come into the world,
of chicken soup and chemo and hospital
stays and surgery, sickness, sadness and
broken hopes, and shaking hands held tightly.
Write me a poem about love that whispers
in the night, that guides you home,
that fights the darkness, that heals your heart.
Write about a love that defies all logic, that
stays behind when the coffin is closed,
that lasts, when your heart is breaking
and your arms are empty.
Still it lasts.
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The love that remains when the coffin is closed does not simply evaporate; it changes form, becoming a profound, silent presence that weaves itself into the remaining life of the bereaved.
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Jim, how beautifully you describe the love I have now ❤️
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Raw and profound, Lisa. Beautiful writing.
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Thank you, Nancy.
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Lisa, “chicken soup and chemo” makes love feel lived-in and real. And “stays behind when the coffin is closed” just stops me. Thank you for this.
~David
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Thank you, David.
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So true Lisa ❤️
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Thank you 🩷🩷
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This poem is so
Poignant and heartfelt Lisa
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Thank you so much, Sadje ❤️
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You’re most welcome dear friend
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