From My Heart

emamei
emamei Member Posts: 146
When my husband and I got married (11 years ago on June 10th) we shared a portion of a beloved Robert Browning poem, "Rabbi Ben Ezra", that reads

"GROW old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in his hand
Who saith, ``A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!''

I have written poetry for many years, since I was a young child. I write when the moment of inspiration grabs me. Since my BC diagnosis last September when my journey began I have written more poetry that I have in the last several years. I wrote a poem a few days ago that I titled - From My Heart. I wrote it as a reflection of my journey and it ends with a promise made 11 years ago this June 10th. I'm sure my husband won't mind me sharing it with you here.

Looking through the glasses of time
Moments remembered, fragments of mind
From the beginning of a lifetime
Glimpses of pieces entwined

Sunlit days and fears forgotten
Short lived dreams that now beckon
Images, voices long since gone
In dreams so real awakened by dawn

Steps taken along life’s winding roads
Have led to where all explodes
Like a puzzle thrown into the air
Pieces of my life scattered everywhere

Stripped down to the core of my very being
Piece by piece I must work at restoring
From deep within where spirit sleeps
To the outside wherein the body weeps
For lost opportunities, stolen boundaries
Days taken for granted, blurred sceneries
Nights haunted by the darkest memories

Moments of strength, moments of weakness
Longing to overcome the bleakness
Questioning beliefs once held strong
Wondering where my faith belongs
The universe perhaps or myself alone
Mind or spirit, flesh or bone
All together form who I am – human
Daughter, wife, mother, - woman

Head held high in spite of the scars
My body bares the marks of wars
Some already fought and won
Fighting now, I will not be beaten

The enemy you see, is fear within me
The cancer is my body’s blight
But it is fear that grabs me at night

I lay awakened, shook to the core,
Wondering through tears how much more

I say to myself, I am healed and cured
I say it in mantra until I’m assured
I drift again into deep rest
I face a new day with a request...
“Grow old along with me,
The best is yet to be...”
A promise made so long ago,
One we shall never, ever forgo.

Maria A. May 7, 2011

Comments

  • butterflylvr
    butterflylvr Member Posts: 944
    Maria
    I see we have some very talented poets here on this board. That was truly beautiful. You guys should really look into getting your poems published. Now where's that tissue box?

    Lorrie
  • emamei
    emamei Member Posts: 146

    Maria
    I see we have some very talented poets here on this board. That was truly beautiful. You guys should really look into getting your poems published. Now where's that tissue box?

    Lorrie

    Thank you
    I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. Thank you for such an encouraging compliment.
  • linpsu
    linpsu Member Posts: 747
    Beautiful
    That is absolutely beautiful - thanks so much for sharing! Linda
  • Gabe N Abby Mom
    Gabe N Abby Mom Member Posts: 2,413
    Beautiful...

    Beautiful...
  • Ritzy
    Ritzy Member Posts: 4,381 Member
    emamei said:

    Thank you
    I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. Thank you for such an encouraging compliment.

    Thank you for sharing this with us.
    Beautiful! I loved it!



    Sue :)