710 A Wake 9-15-17 (check search box)

My love sleeps in the blue hue
of our dimly lit living room
on her pale blue recliner,
her hands folded on her lap.
She is warmed by her
woven, white, wool blanket,
pulled to her chin.
She is still,
but for rhythmic puffs of breath
whispering from her lips.

I weep to see her there
as at a wake,
(even in this sweetness)
that if it were so,
every atom in my soul
would break.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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1 Response to 710 A Wake 9-15-17 (check search box)

  1. CorinneL says:

    Heartbreaking and beautiful.

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