AKA "The Writing Woman"
When we were dating, Rick and I went through our “poetry phase.” I was a recent UofM grad – and English major who surrounded myself with books of poetry throughout the house. Rick enjoyed most of the poems I recited to him – at least I thought he did. Rick lived in Minnesota and I…
It’s going on five months now I thought the “what if‘s” were over I thought I had locked them away in a box after examining every single one carefully minutely looking them over and over and castigating myself for what I could have done. But apparently it’s not over Apparently someone unlocked the box Perhaps…
I sit here on a cold dark evening wondering how I got here. How did I come to be a widow, sitting here alone in my quiet living room? Where is my husband? How did he disappear from my life so suddenly? How can I so suddenly be alone with no hopes no dreams no…
Rick has been gone three months. In the past two days, I made it through three firsts: I went to get biopsy results alone (uterine cancer scare), I celebrated my birthday, and, of course, Thanksgiving. I have so many things to be thankful for: the biopsy results were good, and my family and friends were…
Funeral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone. Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead, Put crêpe bows round the white necks…
I desperately want to turn back time. I want to relive every moment, good and bad. I want you here. I want more time. I want normal and nothing has been normal since you died. When you were diagnosed, we knew there was no forever, but I never really pictured it. It was a vague…
Every step I take forward is a step away from you. But is it? It’s a step away from what we shared. It’s a step away from my time with you. But is it also a step toward the future – the afterlife – I will share with you? Are you sitting on the beach…
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] BY E. E. CUMMINGS i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for…
Dear Rick, I’m at work. It’s 9:47 am, and suddenly I pictured being at the hospital with you. Getting on the elevator at the medical center, you turn to me and jab at my stomach and I warn you that there are cameras watching your abuse. Then we continue with the horseplay I swat at…
Tell me again why I should get up today. To feel more pain? To feel so lonely it hurts? To remember again that the person I want to be with more than anyone is gone? Tell me again that my life should go on. Tell me he would’ve wanted it that way. Tell me again…