from a dream


In Search Of My Protector

I awoke this morning
and felt the space beside me
Finding only pillows
I turned quickly to see

Where was my man
hair tousled
all muscled and tan
My protector, my life?
Him my husband
Me his wife.

It had been that way
every morning
every day.

My mind and eyes
now clearly awake,
took the full brunt
of my dreamy mistake.

More than forty
years had passed
and the night before
had been the last.

I drew his pillow into my arms
I smelled his scent.
He used his last breath to say goodbye
and then he went.







Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2015-01-28 at 06:08

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
"Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all," is small comfort, whatever the reason for the loss.

The last stanza is a poem unto itself, so loving, and so dear. But the whole poem, leading up to the last lines, makes it that much sadder, for now we know a little of the story.

This is a happy/sad poem.
2015-01-28


arquious
Bittersweet beauty.
2015-01-28