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I Have Had a Life

I Have Had A Life

 

A new life stirs within me. A small foot making me aware of his existence.
I wait for his fathers return from work,
a favourite meal cooked and ready.
Eyes on the time. I wonder where is he?
When I have cooked a special tea.

 

A strange feeling weighing heavy;
a knock at the door,
Keep it steady.
A greeting with arms outstretched.
Something was wrong I had guessed.

 

Walking slowly to the car we didn't have to travel far.
Dr's faces whispered phrases,
numbness spreading to my heart.

 

Would he make it?
No one knew.
There wasn't much anyone could do.
Time would tell just how bad it would be;
we all had to wait and see.

 

Scans and tests completed.
The Dr said "Please be seated.
His brain is damaged beyond repair, he will never be the same.
He will not be the man you knew,
he may even dislike you."

 

All of this and more was true,
I didn't know just what to do.

 

We tried so hard to get help
he didn't want to hurt me.
So he set me free to live my life,
he didn't want me as his wife.

 

It wasn't easy even then but time moved on,
children to be raised and kept in mind;
Still he was not very kind.

 

After all these years, and a river of salty tears,
I do not feel bitter, sad, or sorry.
All of that has gone.

 

You see I have had a life, and he has had none...


For Bob...
By Taylor Crowshaw  © 2018

Excerpt from.....Shhhh!!!! We Don't Talk About That

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Rick Varden

Sun 9th Dec 2018 20:34

Lovely heartfelt poetry?

Fred

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Fri 7th Dec 2018 20:53

Deeply moving.
Your writing takes the reader on a journey.
Very special.

Hannah

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Taylor Crowshaw

Thu 6th Dec 2018 18:04

Thank you everyone for your likes and comments. The fact that we can express ourselves and encourage others is in itself a soothing balm..
Thank you Anya you always make me smile.?
Big Sal you manage to build us all in confidence, your comments are always constructive, inspirational; and I thank you. ?
Po, You mentioned my softness being my strength..I think that anybody who really knows and understands me would agree. It is clear to me that you hear my voice. Thank you for listening. T.C.?

Big Sal

Thu 6th Dec 2018 14:23

I remember this beauty. . .


Just something to keep in mind, Taylor: back then doctors also used to think it something okay to do to be smoking in the delivery room and hospital in general. A lot has changed since then, but the most commendable thing to remember is that you made it through tough times without the help modern people get. Yes it was a struggle, but I'm willing to bet it made you a stronger person for having dealt with it at such a young age. It was Hell I am sure, but look at your successes not your faults to define where you are going and have been.

You've lived several lifetimes already just from what I've read from your first book, Taylor, but you always convey strength when it is needed most. That is inspiring.?

julie clark

Thu 6th Dec 2018 10:59

so sad my husband would feel the same way he doesnt want to be a burden on me
Glad you have forund your life though and you didnt sit and give up
great poems keep up the great work

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