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CARIS

CARIS

I never knew a sadness so deep
than saying good-bye.
I never felt my soul so empty
to think I would lose those dear
to me before my own parting.
I mourn the days before their
coming and fear that worst of
sorrows and desolation…

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I agree. It is so deep a sadness. I never overcome it, for myself. I live with it. I try to comfort myself telling that the "good-byes" are the unfortunate necessities in our demanding life. Still then, I do not find comfort. It is good to let it out. Thank you.

xxxxx

Multiple Sclerosis
since ages
his wife just deserted him and three kids
another came to look after him
she loves him
may be the first one will go ahead of him
HE LIVES STILL
so also you will

make it easy to love them with their courage and quiet dignity.

Keith Logan
the happy chappy
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My prayer that my wife should die before me was answered. I was her one and only carer and the thought of her having to depend on strangers was shattering.

Keith Logan
the happy chappy
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to wait for release
like an apple come November
the shock of watching
others racing
ahead

I was on a low slope garage roof
cleaning a chimney..slid on the ice
on the ladder moving out...
stuck my arms through the Rungs
(Here is where I am reminded via
poetry word use here!!! ..another
poem...)
caught the edge of plastic eavetroughing
and stopped...the pipe sagging..
christmas lights on this court subdivision
Behind us was the black wide river
below the yards...the plants lit up with
life..the far highway bridge busy with
lights...the dying winter sunset...
past october...Friday like today...
I had too drive too Toronto too see
a girlfriend off...the garage was empty
christmas lights were one over the
front door..a wreath hung on the wooden
door...

I was afraid to yell too my chum atop the
garage...waiting for the ladder at a
pitch where I was laying on the ladder
facedown...knowing when the plastic
broke..my arms on both side would be
shattered....I would not make the drive
I would have too go too this horrible
hospital local......A minute went by
before he noticed I had not returned
with the tool.....he skidded down...
laughing...he was not callous....a
youth in a gang younger..militia
to appease courts in city...he would
grab subway trains and on concrete
stretchs drag along..cleats in their boots
sparking...strong for a short man...
he grabbed me and actually managed
to get me back up..finished job...van
home..coffee after for laughs...
city trip made....the plastic should have
broken.....helpless is something I hate
because weakness in our family
was worse then a sin against God
the fury of being an animal denied
entry to the world we were taught
about soft and open was twisted
that run was like scales of justice

I cant imagine but can hanging in
there with others....thinking..Im
going somewhere..after this fall
the inevitable...and the shock
of close people in similar waiting
make that fall....

I would question everything
where does it all go
the experience
the memory
and for why?

But we read your poetry
Joe..Your thoughts
You are not alone
was I scared
that time...
yah....
the first few seconds
that waiting..wondering
why..dont I just fall
seemed forever...

Thank U
for being a poet
and sharing
your thoughts

Mr Esker!

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