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Caregivers Who Have Lost Someone
Light After the End
I'm now in year two of recovering from the death of my wife.
Changes in my outlook are taking hold. I have accepted we are separated while I am alive.
I have grieved and will grieve more, but I want to start celebrating her and not just mourn her.
So, I've been looking at our time together and trying to figure out how we wound up together.
Here's how I look at Sandy and me, and why it's important to keep living and not give up.
THE YIN AND THE YANG
I am the yin and you are the yang;
You are the light that shone on my dark.
The world is a cliff and I hung from a branch;
You leaned into nothing and offered your hand.
I grabbed on and you pulled me up;
Only to show you a damaged past.
I warned you not to enter my dark
But you wouldn’t let go of my hand.
You are the Right and I am the Left
Somehow we met in between.
For thirteen years we danced on a stage
That bound Yin and Yang for eternity.
You are the Waltz and I am the Swing
Two rhythms that somehow combined;
Yin and Yang, a magnetic attraction,
Bound till the end of Time.
Hi, thank you for the feedback on what I wrote.
I am envious of your poetry, Army_Vet. I have never developed the ability to write in what I term " free verse. " If I can't rhyme it, it doesn't get written.
Anyway, thanks for writing what clearly comes out of your soul. It's a pleasure to read.
I keep thinking that I am close to acceptance, but then at bedtime, when I talk to Mr. Butterbear over on Barbara's side of the bed, I wonder. A long time ago, I wrote a poem for a friend, and although I have long since forgotten most of it, the refrain is still in my mind. It says that up is still a long way down. I wonder if I too, have a lot more down to travel before I can truly say that my life is going up.
We will see. On a side note, I have developed a nice friendship with the man who came in once a week to watch Barbara while I went shopping. He's the one who has inspired me to start really cooking again.
I'm glad to say that down here in the basement ( Musings ) still feels like home even after my caregiving duties have ended.
By the way, Army_Vet, that is a beautiful pic of your Sandy !
I keep thinking that I am close to acceptance, but then at bedtime, when I talk to Mr. Butterbear over on Barbara's side of the bed, I wonder.
Is Mr. Butterbear Barbara's bear? I think it's a very healthy way to honor your wife.