Dying, she rouses briefly
from her drug-induced sleep,
saying my name.
"I'm here" I say,
and she smiles softly
as I press her hand.
"I love you" I say,
and her smile broadens
as she whispers:
"It was good loving
wasn't it?"
Author notes
When pre-written for AP it was amended to the third person to disguise the fact that it was so personal to me.
I have now edited it by returning it to the first person, just as it was originally written in 1996
These were my wife's last words.
A contest entry
- Death by Zoe2007.
380 points, ended April 20, 2008, 9 entries
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600 points, ended May 28, 2008, 8 entries
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wow
first ..my condolences on your loss..i lost my husaband in 2004..your poem reflects such sadness ,yet memories of words and love only you two shared and understand!! thank you for sharing..thanks for your entry...good luck!
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Nice poem . Interesting layout and style of poem . Good luck in the contest
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Aww
I never expected such a sweet poem about death. It makes you think how powerful this love had to be. Great poem. Good luck in the contest.
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