AT EVENTIDE

By Abbie Johnson Taylor

Copyright 2016

 

Here you lie

after suffering two strokes,

unable to walk.

For six years, I cared for you.

We were happy.

 

Now after giving up on life,

you’re breathing your last.

Here I sit, holding your hand,

talking to you,

singing your favorite songs,

wishing you’d respond,

tell me you love me,

squeeze my hand.

I shouldn’t be here.

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The above poem appears in My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds, which was published independently in 2016 with the help of DLD Books. It can also be read on my blog here. I was inspired to post it after a phone conversation with a friend who’s in Minnesota with her dying brother. Her brother’s condition reminded me of my late husband Bill’s last days, and you’ll read more about that in the memoir in which my poem appears. You can click the link below to hear me read it.

At Eventide

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Abbie wears a blue and white V-neck top with different shades of blue from sky to navy that swirl together with the white. She has short, brown hair and rosy cheeks and smiles at the camera against a black background.

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