Muscle Poems

Husband,

 

Did you know I saw

I would cry around you all day

When you’re old?

 

That our children

Will sit on your lap,

As you blink, peaceful,

Sitting still, in your soul.

 

Life is not good on time

I might have learned to be quiet

Surrender that laughter of mine.

 

Your expressions,

Angst with melody

Lost in my insistence

You have no resistance

And so I hear you as my limits.

There is this music

Of your quiet persistence.

 

If I hear your music,

Then watch the scenery,

The soundtrack of your life,

Violins and space.

The sound of this like tears and

The voice that spoke

 of the ominous One day..

 

Your early childhood,

Your teenage angry face

The too quick arrival of the sudden silence

In your old age and your grace.

 

Your laughter before as a child,

Even before it was funny.

I couldn’t realize you’d laugh anyway

Through that pain, you stay so mild.

It is in the photograph of you,

when I saw

An older child.

 

You chose to live with me.

I feel silly now, though planned.

So thoroughly

 

How I can never even dwell inside your skin

More Adequately. I napped.

Your bones, your mind

Your suffering,

your will

My home.

 

You never complained,

I am maddened

I have to know it after you’re gone

You have to know you have won

After, after, after Life’s

Devotion, goodness, selflessness

And laughter is gone.