"Time For Love"
By Joseph Ridgway
Lingering and listening,
nervously standing in
the chill and dark drizzle —
overlooking what remained
of her child,
broken and gone forever,
lying on a starry blanket
of glistening black asphalt —
she lowered her head,
sniffing the still body —
then one final glance,
before swiftly
bounding into the wet wood —
as if comprehending
life’s sometimes severe and arbitrary
allotment of time
upon our love.
nervously standing in
the chill and dark drizzle —
overlooking what remained
of her child,
broken and gone forever,
lying on a starry blanket
of glistening black asphalt —
she lowered her head,
sniffing the still body —
then one final glance,
before swiftly
bounding into the wet wood —
as if comprehending
life’s sometimes severe and arbitrary
allotment of time
upon our love.
Author’s Note:
Several readers (including my daughters) found this poem to be profoundly sad. This was not my intent. The poem is a reminder to all, including myself, to be keenly aware of postponing or delaying any expressions of love and affection, which opportunities may be lost forever in this crazy world we inhabit.
This writing was initially published in, ”STORIES THAT NEED TO BE TOLD 2021” A TulipTree Anthology.
Several readers (including my daughters) found this poem to be profoundly sad. This was not my intent. The poem is a reminder to all, including myself, to be keenly aware of postponing or delaying any expressions of love and affection, which opportunities may be lost forever in this crazy world we inhabit.
This writing was initially published in, ”STORIES THAT NEED TO BE TOLD 2021” A TulipTree Anthology.