I look at you.
I never tire of looking at you.
You are perfect for me.
When you turn your eyes upon me, and look and quietly whisper “what?”, I melt. Simple as that.
From day 1, I melt.
I melt still.
Archive for March, 2009
You
Posted in Life on March 23, 2009 | 4 Comments »
Evening
Posted in Life on March 23, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Through another day I got. I push open my door and haul in my work bag closing screen door and door behind me and as the door closes, knowing I am completely alone here, I sink to the floor where I am.
I cannot tell you how long I sat there, staring into space.
I got [...]
Hope deferred
Posted in Him, Love, Poetry on March 23, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
death – a thousand cuts
layering opening life
blood seeps with my tears
self placed, not first – last
another lifted high up
towards their satiety
small voice cries sometimes
what about me? please me too
dying by inches waiting.
Sabbatical
Posted in Life on March 10, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I have some things to work through so I shall not be here for a while.
Take care
Abigail Louise Born yesterday 9.42 pm
Posted in Life on March 9, 2009 | 11 Comments »
Abigail joined us, finally – a most welcome 2955gm addition to our family and is already much MUCH loved. Her entry was at great length and her cord had to be cut as it was cutting off her breathing and finally, out she popped. I resisted the temptation to pop down and camp in the [...]
Abigail on her way
Posted in Children, Life, Love on March 8, 2009 | 7 Comments »
Into life my latest grandchild lurches, inch by inch, contraction by contraction. As Abi showed no signs of joining us herself, and because of Tess’ heart problems, mummy was admitted to the maternity ward late last night and a gel pessary used. Which did not work.
At 5.30am this morning they broke her waters and contractions [...]
First weekend.
Posted in Him, Life on March 7, 2009 | 8 Comments »
I walked for an hour, or so that stretched to two.
I had the first civil conversation in a week with Tony.
I cried myself until I slept exhausted.
So far
Posted in Him, Life on March 6, 2009 | 8 Comments »
I have made it, thus far.
He left
Posted in Life on March 5, 2009 | 9 Comments »
How can I exhibit the symptoms of a widow when he is not dead?
Why does his face appear somewhere in every crowd?
Why does it take every ounce of self control to go INTO my home each day?
Why do I wait for the sound of him messing with the lock to come home and die again [...]
So little
Posted in Life on March 5, 2009 | 7 Comments »
I have so little to say; no bubble.
I am okay.
