Acknowledgement

Story poem

 

 

 

Acknowledgement.

 

The death knell sounds and echoes round

the confines of the burial ground

The tolling bell seems to foretell.

Life will become a lonely hell.

 

My love is gone, she’s travelled on,

 her race is run and she has won.

No longer bound by gravity

she’s earned her wings and she is free.

 

By sadness I am overcome.

I am struck dumb, completely numb.

I cannot cry although I try.

The wellspring of my tears run dry

 

The mourners murmur quietly

but no one comes to comfort me.

This does not come as a surprise.

They do not seem to realise

 

The love I bore for her was true.

We were a partnership we two,

which lasted over thirty years.

I wonder why nobody dares

 

To offer me their sympathy

a little sensitivity.

But they still show they disapprove.

They do not understand that love.

 

Between two women is as real

as the emotions which they feel.

But then her mother chooses to

 do what the others dare not do.

 

She comes to me and takes my hand

and says my dear I understand

You loved  her just as much as I

it is appropriate to cry.

 

The courage which she chose to show

allowed my pent up tears to flow

When she acknowledged publicly

 what her daughter had been to me.

 

22-May-08

 

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Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Shades of Poe, my all-time favorite poet. saaay, I only counted 7 beats on "you loved just as much as I." Only if you pronounced it lov-ed would it be eight. Just pulling your leg a bit. It's a terrific poem. Sam