You can have the blankets
The towels I have dried
The clothing in the dresser drawer
Not a snippet I will hide
All your evening jewelry
The wedding dress you wore
The knick-knacks and mementos
The rings on which we swore
You can keep your clutter
And I will keep my space
There’s not an ounce of contraband
That you’ll have to replace
You can hold your horses
And that teddy dog you love
And I will hold my peace
Because I know that I’m enough
Your friends who loved to lie to you
Twisting stories in their spite
I hope you will enjoy them
That would be my chief delight
I washed the dishes spotless
I packed them nice and neat
I placed them all in boxes
You can have them when we meet
The decor and the vases
Find them shelves and flowers for
Your every earthly treasure
Is not mine anymore
You can have your own way
That "freedom” you hold dear
But my heart I will be keeping
I hope my words are clear
This poem is so accurately
This poem is so accurately poignant, and speaks to pointedly to a similar experience in my life, in 1992, that I scarcely can muster the appropriate words----literally choked up from reading this. Very few poems move me at this level of emotion; I do not usually allow it. This poem has overwhelmed we, which attests to its verbal and poetic power. Though it conveys sadness, the method by which that conveyance is carried out is, itself, verbally and artistically beautiful. Wow! I need to go pick myself up from the floor, now, because your poem has really knocked me over. I am not good about writing of grief, especially when it is so personal, but this poem, in and of itself, could be an entire textbook of the way to write about such an experience.
Starward
Thank you. You're kind words
Thank you. Your kind words are an encouragement to me.
"Paper is patient." - Anne Frank
Holding on to what truly matters
Is all you can do. And where your future lies.
A relatable, emotional and very personal piece. Wishing you a revival,a new smile with which to share, in time.