Sometimes when
nights are stilled
and birds are hushed
I remember a woman
a caring social worker
who came with love
into my life
and left me when she
had a host of health
problems because
like a martyr she
didn’t want to burden
me with her sicknesses
in spite of our love
and my wanting to
stay with her and care
for her forever
and were I not so
battle hardened
in life and in love
when I remember her
and our lost love
I could cry as many
tears as there are
stars in the night skies
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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