for nan


What Can We Do?

He may die soon
The medics say
No more to do
They tell you.
Your darling old baby
Adored adored
Is so sick
And soon may lose himself.

I look at you
And think of him...
Want to take
All that approaches away.
Will you let me
Talk you closer?
We cannot change a thing
But we must feel all that's
Happening.
Cast off the stiff moulded lip
You can enjoy his life still here.

Find joy in his existence.
Later deal with sorrow.

What can we do.
What can we do.

We can do nothing but love each other.







Poetry by limber junctionson
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Written on 2008-07-04 at 02:05

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Nick Matherne
this is one of the sweetest sad things I have read in a while
2008-07-12


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so very moving. Beautifully worded, and expressed as it is undeniably your talent. I really enjoy reading your poetry.

"Find joy in his existence
Later deal with sorrow."

A difficult time, but the best approach, lest time would become wasted. Better deal with now, later will come another day... Strength, sensitivity, and love come through to me in your words. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. Thanks.
2008-07-08


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
You almost brought this old guy to tears with this one...
Now I say to you, in your own words, "cast off the stiff
moulded lip"....I know that's easier said than done...

Stan
2008-07-04


Rob Graber
Really moving, so full of refined, realistic--yet also romantic!--resignation...
2008-07-04