Friday, November 18, 2011


The nurses wheeled him out of my reach, my sight
and then out of my hearing. Wrenching.  He’s alone
on this journey, I can’t even share a whisper.
Can’t touch his hand as they cut and laser, decide
his future, mine. 

I meant it when I told him, “I’ll never leave you”. 
I face the facts I will, or you will leave me when
we are most frightened, most alone.  I walk by his
side in joy, in love, but what has been revealed
is he’s alone and so am I. 


Jack Edwards Poetry said...

Touching poem and wonderfully written.

Ann said...

I'm glad your alone time and Bill's was brief, and your back moving along as a team again, Judy.

Heavens2Betsy said...

Your poem touched my heart Judy. That one word 'wrenching' made me gasp. penny

Mary said...

Yes, Judy, there are certain journeys that are solo journeys. One definitely has to come to terms with that.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

It's a moving poem, and confronts deep truth.

I am experiencing something similar right now, but for all that the together times are worth it.

Everyday Goddess said...

I like how you've expressed this profound moment.

I gave you one of my weekly Goddess Awards for your sidebar if you like.

~ Elise

Peggy said...

This is so true of those scary times Judy, no matter how much we think we can be there with a person. One of life's reminders I think.

Willow said...

Powerful poem, Judy…we are alone, each of us.