Inspired by a chat with a family friend on the occasion of his wife's death after a long illness.


I REMEMBER

Her way of stepping from the bath
And walking through the house unscented
With just a smile upon her nakedness,
Is something I'll remember.

Her way of humming to herself
And making all around demented
Not seeing any ugliness in life,
Is something I'll remember.

She didn't think about herself
And tried so hard to tell me nothing
Thinking all the time how not to hurt me,
Still, I lost her in December.



Poetry by Laz Clements
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Written on 2014-08-19 at 18:27

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Åsa Andersson
Beautifully written.
2014-08-21


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is quite fine, beautifully written and spare.
2014-08-21


ttius
Very beautifully written yet very sad, this is great poetry.
2014-08-20



This is heartbreaking, but such a beautiful way to remember.
So full of love ... how hard it is when they leave us.
2014-08-19



This is so tender and touching.
2014-08-19