This poem was penned by me today, Valentine’s Day 2012.
I lost my husband to Huntington’s disease 27 Jan 2011 and this day last year I placed a rose in his coffin.
There are many out there today who will be celebrating new love. Sadly there are many also fighting to keep their loved ones alive or remembering them.
Feb 14, no saucy card,
No rose placed on the tray.
A simple mug of tepid tea,
To greet his Valentine’s Day.
She holds the mug up to his mouth,
The mouth which once shared kisses.
Romance now seems locked in the past,
Another thing he misses.
He takes a grateful gulp of tea,
The tongue and gullet swallow.
The next gulp dribbles from his lips,
Weak muscles, cheekbones hollow.
She wipes the spill, lifts mug again,
They have another try.
She’s grateful that he took a bit,
Important he’s not dry.
Feb 14, a whole year on,
The cards fall on the floor.
The letterbox clanks shut again,
She gathers cards once more.
She takes the cards into the room
But hearts and flowers won’t see.
The cards’ words don’t read Valentine,
“With deepest Sympathy”.
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