And so she goes

Splashing through rain to hospital 

to where my heart lies weeping,

I hold her hand as she lies sleeping,

and so it goes, and so it goes.

My mother wears the ring she wore

more than  seventy years before,

a girl pledged to a sailor-boy,

who'd lived through war,

survived, a vision in her eyes 

and so it goes, and so it goes.

This orphan made it home to her

to build a life with scarce resources

forces upon them work, money,  children

and so it goes, and so it goes.

On a mild mid-September day

we buried this man she loved,

and now I try to help her live 

without him.

I'm doing all I can

but failing, failing, failing

and so she goes, and so she truly goes.



◄ Taliesin

The Wild ►


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keith jeffries

Sat 8th Jan 2022 20:20

The cycle of life with its strange repetitive nature and unexplained emotions. We see the lives of others through a prism of our own making, sometimes as a participant but it continues regardless. This poem asks many questions of the impact of other's lives on our own and where we stand in the mystery of life.
John, thank you for this. Who can ever compare with Edith?


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John Marks

Sat 8th Jan 2022 18:16

Thank you Mark and Stephen. In this poem the refrain works but that's not always the case.

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 8th Jan 2022 17:49

Beautiful, John. And who cannot like Edith Piaf?

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M.C. Newberry

Sat 8th Jan 2022 15:42

Touching indeed. I love the repetition of "And so it goes..." -. so
right in the context of life itself.

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John Marks

Sat 8th Jan 2022 00:58

Thank you Holden and Adam. John

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