Like roses miss the dew
I try to control my shivering
it’s like sepsis has come back,
everyday I try to live a-new.
Beautiful children are in my life
I fear for her and for him…..
I fear for all the people I know.
At 91 my mum has had
so much stripped from her:
her husband, her home, her health.
I shiver in my sleep
I am steeped in anxiety
I sweat regret but I will never
let go of those I love.
I will continue to try
to make the ordinary
as extraordinary as it truly is.
To turn life into art.
I will try this spring
to see the beauty all around,
hear the robin’s song,
stop worrying about the future.
John Marks
Thu 10th Feb 2022 16:10
Thank you kindly Stephen. I don't know about 'hopeful', We need an extra word somewhere between resigned and optimistic. Whatever it is, it has been hard won, by me, this winter. Music and poetry have seen me through, I hope! Time will tell.