by greenmountaineer
.....and sensitive. I hope you share this with your wife too. I agree with Ange, there is so much love in this short piece.
Tess + 5
a very loving poem it must be a sad time for both of you, my thoughts are with you x
from every angle.
solid 5 and added to favourites. what a wonderful write.
My mother is prematurely heading into this kind of decline. Doesn't need nursing yet but I can see it coming. A great poem greenmountaineer.
It's nice to me that you use EBB's iconic work. She was actually disowned by her father for going off and marrying Browning, and if I remember right she was never forgiven.
What an absolutely delightful, delicious, brilliant poem! Having just recently (as in a few minutes ago) read another rather raunchier imitation of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's love poem, I am both delighted and floored by your rendition. The explanation you provide for the poem takes nothing away from the sheer wonder of the memories you evoke here! How patient and loving was Elizabeth's dad, and how that patience is rewarded and mirrored in her actions! And it's a pretty happy coincidence that the watcher here is also named Elizabeth.
There are things in this that remind me of Robert Hayden's "Those Winter Sundays", another poem about a father's love. These two lines from his poem bring Elizabeth's vigil here into sharper focus for me:
"What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?"
Thank you for sharing this truly wonderful poem! :)
Moving, sweet, deeply felt. I've been on vigils for each of my parents on their death beds and watched each of them go. Yes... 5, not that it matters much in this case.