Lost

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Vintage Publishing
When in hospital waiting my turn to be treated for cancer I observed the many women, young and old going through the same anxiety as myself. Whether we survive or not. They were all someone's mother or wife and these thoughts led me to write this sad poem of the effect losing a partner would have on the remaining person's life.

Submitted: August 09, 2017

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LOSTby Germanica Jones

 

She’s beautiful, I must steal a look

Take away her image from the book.

Mentally memorizing before I blink

Those tantalising curves covered in mink.

That’s all I do now is browse and dream

Dropping twigs from the bridge to the stream.

Packing my dreams, storing as luggage

Ready for that last remaining voyage.

 

A creature with a beauty so divine

Promised her heart would always be mine

But living in a world so unjust

Her body grew heavy with fungal rust.

 

God had no answer, away went her hair

Her final breath left us all in despair.

Manage we did the children were ‘brill’

Wish she was here, I’m missing her still.

 

Her aura lives on in our offspring’s face

Echoed by scent from negligee lace.

Every dark night the pillow gets tossed

Life without her is useless; I am lost.

 


© Copyright 2017 Germanica Jones. All rights reserved.

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