She will always be with him…

On 3 Apr 201617 Nov 2017 By jovisgoesIn Poetry4 Comments

grief

Walk with me will you till moonlight glows
And we will talk of love and life
Walk with me, our hearts entwined
That bond we share as husband and wife.

And such merry times we both recall
Of times we spent in happy repose
The wisest choice this man ever made
Was kneeling before you the day I proposed.

The gaiety and laughter of our children
Made wondrous the path that we chose
For all of these years there has been only you
You were and remain my fine English rose.

And now that I find myself so much older
In recalling a life never dull
We struck out together as always we did
The excitement of living our lives to the full.

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As he thinks these lines, he sits in the tiny bedroom they shared and weeps. He has no idea, nor even less does he care, whether they rhyme, they just remind him of her and the heartache is so very deep. He looks at the jewellery and trinkets of what was her life, and he feels an unending pain. Now he only waits for the day he will join her, so that they can be together again.

He thought, we never anticipate this much heartbreak, and he wept some more…

©Joe Wilson – She will always be with him…2016

Beyond that hill…

On 21 Jan 2016 By jovisgoesIn PoetryLeave a comment

Battered by life, yet courageous still, he struggled with each step as he climbed up that hill. He lived all alone, he was now eighty-one, for his beloved wife Alice had long since passed on. And the shop in the village is at the top of the hill, he walked up there slowly on odd weekdays still.

He promised his Alice that he’d never give in, though it was hard he took it on the chin. And to her memory he climbed up the hill every week, not saying much, he’d no breath left to speak. But there was another good reason why he went up like that, the cemetery’s up there and he went for a chat. With his Alice, who he loved for the whole of his life, who made him so happy while she was his wife.

He carried his bag with a flask filled with tea, and a small pack of biscuits which he ate about three. Together they chose a nice spot near a tree, where a bench had been placed by the council you see. He sat down and chatted to his Alice with a smile, and then listened as she answered him after a while. He knew that some people must have thought he was daft, he told this to Alice and together they laughed.

After a while he gathered his things and then said his goodbyes as he now turned to leave. There was always a teardrop that fell from his face that he wiped away slowly on the edge of his sleeve.

He carried on like this for so many years, until finally he too turned to dust, but the message he left with his Alice for us, is we should love for ever, we just really must.

For all eternity…

On 22 Feb 201522 Feb 2015 By jovisgoesIn Eternity, Faith, Friendship, Life, Love, muse, old age, Personal, Poetry, wisdomLeave a comment

This reckless place that is my mind
That shows me much, though oft I’m blind
Has nonetheless led me to you
A glorious, amazing thing to do.
And that alone brings other pain
That I might not see you again
For as we age our body’s tire
I say ‘who cares’, I call me liar.
But side by side we love and chat
Laughing, remembering this and that
And in your tender arms in bliss
O Lord please let us go like this.