Two Years

Of silence---------no “Babe” have I heard,
Of cold------------no warm hand holding mine,
Of food------------no tasty bite since you aren’t here,
Of television------no watching football nor my silly comments
Of quiet nights----no snoring, bathroom trips, peeping at me,
Of washing--------no briefs, undershirts, work pants or caps,
Of sweeping-------no blaming you for the dirt brought inside,
Of shopping-------no help bringing in the groceries,
Of answering------no waiting for you to get the phone call,
Of dish washing- -no “I’ll do the dishes tonight”
Of yard work---- -Yes, you always did it all so well,
Of pumping gas---Yes, still cover my nose, can’t pass out,
Of being half a person struggling to keep from falling apart,
Of pretending to be so strong, able to carry on, no help needed,
Of being so alone even when I’m with others, YOU ARE NOT HERE

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Caldwell ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
September 4, 1932 ------------------September 13, 2007