We Traveled Far To Gather The Bittersweet
we journeyed far to gather the bittersweet prized for its orange berries
marked the season highlighted the table an autumn tradition
patchwork of blue when i think of you your return so sweet
a bittersweet time it was the spring of the year a time of butterflies
and honeysuckle i lowered the blinds adjusted the light in your room
i remained by your bed watched the monitors your heartbeat steady
you slept peacefully you held my hand tight in yours’s
the time was short yet the hours crept by slowly i was helpless
you disappeared in the early morning the chamber empty
i wanted to scream i wanted to run instead/ paid the cabby
caught the flight laid over in denver returned home
November 30, 2017
9 comments:
Remembering the details, WOW! Such a long journey to love, gather the bittersweet, and then return alone. I feel it pulsing:
"the time was short yet the hours were long i was helpless"
Indeed. At one time it may have seemed the bitter would obliterate the sweet.
Bittersweet is a healing, in a sense.
wow I'm speechless. This was a masterpiece for me. thanks for the smile.
The time of butterflies and honeysuckle is as sweet as it gets, and when it is over the memories are so bittersweet. This is beautifully written, Annell. Poignant. You took me right there.
The passing of a loved one is always bittersweet. You don't want to see them suffer, so death is a merciful release. But then we will miss them, and we are left only with their memories. I guess in some ways it is perspective...better for them, or better for you.
An eloquent portrayal of loss of a loved one, and the feeling of emptiness. May your memories soften the pain.
A few years ago I'd been with my wife everyday for a few hours over a three months period as she was slowly dying and now for the few days unconscious. Just a few days before Christmas I'd been with her since morning and the nurse said "Why don't you go home for a break?" So I did and within an hour of getting home I had a call to say she had died. I felt terrible that I was not there.
The bittersweet as centerpiece is both real and surreal. Awesome write; Annell
Much💖love
Sweet to have a loved one closed to heart and beyond bitter to let go helplessly. Memories will always be bittersweet. Sigh.
Recollection of a difficult time. Memories are often bittersweet....but we must move on.
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