Poetry - Aged (A Letter To My Dead Wife)

Aged (A Letter To My Dead Wife)


On my sick bed.
Little pain on my left wrist, as I take my dying drip.
Enjoying the company of my glowing rose flower.
Looking up as my life flashes back on me
Filled with incomplete and fading memories.
About a year ago, I lost my darling wife.
Loosing our first fruit to miscarriage.
First ten years of marriage, filled with joint hard labour.
In my little successes and painful failures you were their.
Sharing in both joy and pain.
A memory without you seems like no memory.
My natural life motivation.
My greatest achievement.
My undeserved blessing.
My perfect match.
Making me feel like a VIP in our little crib.
Our reality filled with pain and dying hope but with you, I'm a happy and complete man.
Your dying words to me "You are my choice in my next life"
Your last words made my days without you a living heaven.
The doctor said I have cancer and I aren't got much time.
The doctors, nurses and our reverend always console me.
I don't know why I see it so differently.
They think am about to die.
I think it's natures way of bringing us together once more.
Imagination of setting my eyes on you once more delights my soul.
I know you will still tease me with your favorite lines like you did every Sunday morning before church ⛪
With my wrinkled face I know am still your most handsome.
Having to live years without you were the toughest days of my life.
I never got married after you.
I never stopped thinking about you.
I never stopped loving you
Sweet heart, I still love you.


By

Name: Kanu Rowland
Email: Kanurow@yahoo.com