I have seen such devotion


In Sickness And In Health

There he goes
up the stairs
to cook our supper
and show he cares
there is no question
its his job now
he took it over
when I forgot how
like so many things
I no longer do
he picked it up
right on cue
just like he did
when I stopped
dusting and sweeping
and nothing got mopped
he came along
with vacuum and rag
and cleaned the house
without a lag
he does the laundry
he makes the bed
he does the shopping
and gets the cats fed
I exist in this
busy house
like an empty jar
or a cornered mouse
my mind afraid
I exibit no life
but I am tresured
because I'm his wife
When we first wed
I perked like caffeine
I served my man
like a well oiled machine
I laughed a lot
had energy to spare
I doted on him
and he knew I cared
But a shadow dark
moved into my mind
and bled into my heart
til I could not find
peace anywhere
or reason or sence
life was not fair
light made me wince
further I pulled
into myself
until I could fit
on a small corner shelf
from there I watch
as he goes through each day
hoping for love
but living anyway







Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2008-08-21 at 00:37

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Shanmugam
You have eloberated well the subject taken. Godd
2008-08-23


nature
Your words painted pictures, this one was sad and yet so strong on the other,love really does congaer all. You write beautifuly
2008-08-21


Kathy Lockhart
you do have a wonderful husband and he has a wonderful wife who writes wonderful poetry from her wonderful heart.
your sis xx kathy
2008-08-21


John Lambremont, Sr.
You make me feel pain without complaining. Nice write, and I will pray for you to get better.

My best. John L.
2008-08-21