Thinking about a poem I wrote after my husband died

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Why I am writing this is because when I wrote the poem below it took am unexpected turn.I wrote

I thought maybe I’d follow,
To see where you have gone

Which is how many of us feel when bereaved.
But the next line was a total surprise

But there’s a  hand upon this tiller    That is not mine alone.

So another part of my mind was sending me a message that I must not decide by myself  that I should follow my husband {I would never do that unless I was terminally ill but many of us feel  that way]

.That another part of me or my soul is saying:

The hand upon my tiller
The mystery of the dark
The unknown one who lives in me
And sings like a skylark.

I am more than ” me” or my conscious self and if you believe in God you might say God has other plans.
I hope he likes my short hair!
We don’t need to mention God, we can say a deeper part  of our self.

 

DON’T LEAVE ME

Come back to me,my sweetheart

Don’t leave me all alone.

Come back to me,my darling

I can’t believe  you’ve gone.

I’m  crying  ‘cos I’m feeling blue again.

I’m  crying’cos I’m falling like a stone.

 

Oh, let me tempt you with my beauty

And my voice forever young.

Let me tempt you with my spirit

My laughter and my songs.

I’m crying ‘cos I never did you wrong.

I’m crying ‘cos with you I do belong.

 

I thought maybe I’d follow,

To see where you have gone

But there’s a  hand upon this tiller

That is not mine alone.

I’m crying ‘cos I wrote this old blue song.

I’m crying ‘cos we’ve been apart too long.

 

The hand upon my tiller

The mystery of the dark

The unknown one who lives in me

And sings like a skylark.

I’m singing ‘cos I wrote you a new song.

I’m singing ‘cos  with music we belong.

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Published by Katherine

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4 thoughts on “Thinking about a poem I wrote after my husband died”

    1. Oh,Dina! I cried when I reread it this morning.But I was able to give him care and he had a beautiful death looking happy and smiling at me.He was all there.If anyone asked him how he was he always said,In the pink.

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