Today’s poem, my 200th, is written to my husband about why he makes me want to live. It is inspired by my first poem, written in memory of my husband’s grandfather shortly after he died.
There was a time, when
I had not yet met you.
Life was punctuated with a desire to die.
I’m not sure where my head was at.
Never one thought, but 99.
And not one good, back then.
Life was full of people,
But no one to tend
To what was broken, to
Take my hand and to say:
It will be okay….a
Sentiment for which my heart was ripe;
Yet all I did was slowly age.
Before you, life was not good.
But then, a time of new beg-innings
A fresh start, a
Chance to try again at life,
To do it well,
And feel that I had lived.
It almost felt too good, but
Soon, ‘I’ became ‘we’
It turned out, you were all I’d ever wanted…
No more thoughts of dying, each day I want another.
With you, each day is a perfect day.
Today is my 200th day of writing a poem a day. I’m participating in NaPoWriMo where lots of people write a poem a day using an optional prompt each day of April. Today’s prompt was a ‘golden shovel‘ which proved very hard. Poem A inspires your poem – poem B. If you read back the last word of each line of poem B, you’ll be reading poem A…
So for my 200th poem, I took the first stanza of my very first poem as inspiration. If you read the last word of each line in the poem above, you’ll read the first verse of ‘A ripe old age‘ written in memory of my husband’s grandfather.
Thank you for all the support and encouragement over the past 200 days – I wonder if I will make it to 300?