Aphasia
breeds me next I fear
Already
pleurisy infects the lung
And
soon will scour for the other
Leaving
me a remnant, my dear
Would
you love me even then?
Would
you love me as much when?
All
of me
All
of these things
Untrue,
confounded
You
know me
You
know what’s below
The
exterior
And
that which melts beneath
But
I ask the question still,
Even as the answer stands so clear,
Could
you?
I knew you would. You always have.
nice...a real question...if health failed would they...i am glad she did...smiles....merry christmas man!
ReplyDeleteYou know you have the right person when they can see through all the bull and everything that rears it's ugly head along the way. True power indeed.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas!
ReplyDeleteit's good to have people around who know us so well - with everything which melts beneath - and still love us.. think that's something really, really precious
ReplyDeletesalient questions that, sadly, I have no one to ask them to... Merry Christmas to you too, Fred my friend
ReplyDeleteOur love and devotion are tested when we have health challenges...I like the way you developed this story.
ReplyDeleteWishing you Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays ~
A difficult question--not just illness but disintegration--yet love is an amazing thing and able to do more than we ever know till we try.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas, Fred.
"You know what’s below
ReplyDeleteThe exterior
And that which melts beneath"
Lovely. Holiday Wishes! :)