Today was
And still is
The best day
Of my life
The best day
There ever was
I woke,
My Love
To find you
Asleep
The sleep of the …
Of …
The blessed
Spring sunlight
Had crept
Silently in
To show
The steady rise
And fall of
Your heart-filled chest
The flair
Of your nostrils
As the
Sustaining breaths
Whispered in
And out
Shortening
Morning shadows
Lent contrast
To your
Beautiful face
The silvering
Whiskers
And
Shining
Smooth
Head
Not wanting to
Wake you
From a slumber
So deserved
So often absent
Not wanting to
Wake you
From a moment
When your
Pain
Has gone
Not wanting to
Wake you,
As I look upon
My soul mate,
My perfect
Lover,
My prince
As I trace
My finger along
Your ears,
Nose,
Jaw
Each of your
So perfect
Features
Not wanting to
Wake you,
My Love
Needing to
See you
In this precious
Peaceful
Moment
Before you
Wake again
To the pain
And recede
From me
Please, God
Let this
Moment last
A little longer
Today was
And still is
The best day
Of my life
The best day
There ever was
I woke,
My Love,
To find you
Asleep
The sleep of the …
Of …
The blessed
I will love you
Always
Each piece
Of your
Perfection
Will always be traced
Upon
My
Soul
Ken Goree
This poem has been months in the making, though finally written last night. My friend is a lady whom I have known for several years. Her love of her husband was, and for a short time longer, is the most pure and beautiful love I have ever seen. Each day, she would dance into the building with more excited exclamations about how wonderful her husband was. At first, I thought, “This can’t be possible. She must be over-compensating for a lacking in her marriage.” This thought was echoed by others, as well. We was wrong. Soon, I began to realize that she was one of those people who had found her soul mate. I wished I could be like her. It gave me hope that I would find that perfect one.
This perfect union must have been too powerful for God to bear. Her husband was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer last year. He has lived well beyond the doctors’ expectations, and has been loved far more deeply than the rest of us could ever imagine. The last I heard, this wonderful man, husband, lover, has little time left to share this life with his most beloved wife. It isn’t fair.
Their love will last eternity, but why couldn’t this stage have lasted a bit longer.
The idea for this poem came at the beginning of this school year. My friend was talking to another teacher about how wonderful her morning had been. Her husband was hardly able to sleep anymore, because of the pain from his cancer. She had woken to find him peacefully sleeping beside her. With absolute, calm joy in her voice, she described tracing her finger along his features; how it was the best day of her life, because he was so beautiful, and wasn’t in pain.
And still is
The best day
Of my life
The best day
There ever was
I woke,
My Love
To find you
Asleep
The sleep of the …
Of …
The blessed
Spring sunlight
Had crept
Silently in
To show
The steady rise
And fall of
Your heart-filled chest
The flair
Of your nostrils
As the
Sustaining breaths
Whispered in
And out
Shortening
Morning shadows
Lent contrast
To your
Beautiful face
The silvering
Whiskers
And
Shining
Smooth
Head
Not wanting to
Wake you
From a slumber
So deserved
So often absent
Not wanting to
Wake you
From a moment
When your
Pain
Has gone
Not wanting to
Wake you,
As I look upon
My soul mate,
My perfect
Lover,
My prince
As I trace
My finger along
Your ears,
Nose,
Jaw
Each of your
So perfect
Features
Not wanting to
Wake you,
My Love
Needing to
See you
In this precious
Peaceful
Moment
Before you
Wake again
To the pain
And recede
From me
Please, God
Let this
Moment last
A little longer
Today was
And still is
The best day
Of my life
The best day
There ever was
I woke,
My Love,
To find you
Asleep
The sleep of the …
Of …
The blessed
I will love you
Always
Each piece
Of your
Perfection
Will always be traced
Upon
My
Soul
Ken Goree
This poem has been months in the making, though finally written last night. My friend is a lady whom I have known for several years. Her love of her husband was, and for a short time longer, is the most pure and beautiful love I have ever seen. Each day, she would dance into the building with more excited exclamations about how wonderful her husband was. At first, I thought, “This can’t be possible. She must be over-compensating for a lacking in her marriage.” This thought was echoed by others, as well. We was wrong. Soon, I began to realize that she was one of those people who had found her soul mate. I wished I could be like her. It gave me hope that I would find that perfect one.
This perfect union must have been too powerful for God to bear. Her husband was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer last year. He has lived well beyond the doctors’ expectations, and has been loved far more deeply than the rest of us could ever imagine. The last I heard, this wonderful man, husband, lover, has little time left to share this life with his most beloved wife. It isn’t fair.
Their love will last eternity, but why couldn’t this stage have lasted a bit longer.
The idea for this poem came at the beginning of this school year. My friend was talking to another teacher about how wonderful her morning had been. Her husband was hardly able to sleep anymore, because of the pain from his cancer. She had woken to find him peacefully sleeping beside her. With absolute, calm joy in her voice, she described tracing her finger along his features; how it was the best day of her life, because he was so beautiful, and wasn’t in pain.
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