Forever Young and the Diagnosis [A Poem]

Would you hold my hand?
It's not as strong as it once had been.
With sunken cheeks I think of the weeks … 
I think of the years … with our children
With sunken cheeks I feel the tears
Our best laid plans of mice and men …
We put our future in the drawer
By the sink, with the odds and ends 
Twist ties. The bottle opener. Rubber bands.
We had a good life, we think, 
As we try to drink it all in … slowly... 
Beg for time to temper it down
I always thought I'd be around …
Graduations and birthday cakes, 
Sunflowers and protein shakes …
Sounds of you asleep next to me,
The smell of their baby hair ...
The window closed to the chill from the season,
I still feel the shadows closing in, I feel it begin.
The best laid plans of mice and men …
Tossed gingerly along the winter wind.
With sunken cheeks I stand up straight
And bid the time to wait … just wait.



Comments

  1. I love this. It moved me to tears. We all wait for the same basic end to our physical being...regardless of what big and/or little things we did or accumulated in life. Sometimes life is taken before anyone realizes death is knocking. Sometimes the knock is ringing loud and clear and all that's left is the wait.

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