Love Again For Me

The time for pretending was now over . Her gaunt face on the pillow, taking fought-for shallow breaths. Madelaine our only child, sleeping quietly in my arms, too young to watch her mother’s presence living out its final throw.

“Love again,” my dear wife told. “Do not become a hermit for me, I want for you the warmth and laughter I will soon cease to feel. Love for me and face life bravely, feel me standing by your side. I have loved and love you always, but there are truths we cannot hide. Life is cruel, inconsequential, takes no account of what we are. Be happy for me always darling. Take me with you on your journey, and laugh the silence from my grave.

Take me with you to the sunrise, walk with me upon the heath, teach our child to ride a cycle and play with her upon the beach. In time you too will need some comfort, do not hide away from love. Mine is yours to hold forever, free from cost or limitation, give it to the girl you meet. Know that as you stoop to kiss her, I shall strive to smile and bless her : some sweet soul who brings you comfort, my one, my sad ungainly Knight.

Death, we know, brings little comfort, but in your thoughts and this sweet child,  now living passing urgencies, might I come to life again? Brought to mind by some hand gesture, recollected in a phrase.  Celebrate the moment darling, hold it to your breast till death. You and I who found each other, wrapped our lives around each other, must now go our separate ways, but in this moment let us treasure, all that you have been to me.

Remember how I  love you dearly, accept our fate with dignity. The flame which is your spirit darling, lit the world in which I lived, let my love now dwell within you,  and guide your steps as best I may.”

Her words are all I have to treasure, living now as if by order. and so I tell my only daughter “She was a wonder lent by angels, who smiled and gave me hope in life. You are all I have of her, but in your eyes I see her presence, and somehow as you run towards me, arms outstretched in urgent summons, I find again my own sweet darling, reaching out to life once more.”

About Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Trying to remember what my future is
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26 Responses to Love Again For Me

  1. The rhythm of the words, a poem, a song, a breeze through eternity.


  2. renxkyoko says:

    Oh, my gosh…… you do know this kind of stuff makes me teary-eyed, right ? This is so beautiful ! ! !


  3. SandySays1 says:

    Very well written – your impact to word ratio is very good.


  4. So that was a downer…an eloquent one, but a total downer nonetheless. 😐


  5. Beautiful Peter – and very different!


  6. Phew. Truly beautiful Peter… very, very moving.


  7. Beautiful, just beautiful!


  8. ksbeth says:

    tears, peter –


  9. Exquisite. Comforting and sad.


  10. That is way too sad. I hope that never happens.


  11. Jane says:

    this left me breathless… what a beautiful post.

    Now if it was me I would say: “Don’t you dare spend my money on some other B*%CH….”
    I am heartless.


  12. OK, so that one made me weep more than a little.


  13. This is remarkable writing, Peter, Romantic in the truest sense of the word. Your words are sincere, beautifully expressed and heart-felt. Superb!


  14. Al says:

    Am I the only man on here that cried? Damn, ducks, stop this.


  15. r e douville says:

    *sniff* *sniff* boohoohoo


  16. Lady E says:

    Oof. Different scenario, same heartbreak…
    Well done.


  17. wendyvitols says:

    Peter, I Always enjoy your writing. I know you have had many of these, but I would like to nominate you for the Very Inspiring Blog Award.


  18. elainecanham says:

    That was lovely, Peter. Really lovely.Why did you decide to set it out as prose?


  19. Very beautifully written, Peter. So much emotional power in a few paragraphs … very poetic.


  20. I am speechless; putting down a comment-less comment. Wanted you to know my presence, listening.


  21. Julie Buhite says:

    You have such range in your writing, CD. Always surprising me with a new angle. This was so poetic and melodic. I just kind of fell into it. Felt kind of like floating on the sea. “Well done, you.”


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