Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Poetry Tuesday: "But Here I am Permitted to be With You"

You are ill and so I lead you away
and put you to bed in the back room
-- you lie breathing softly and I hold your hand
feeling the fingertips relax as sleep comes

You will not sleep more than a few hours
for this illness is less serious than my anger or cruelty
but this dark bedroom is a foretaste of other darknesses
to come later which all of us must endure alone
but here I am permitted to be with you

After a while in your sleep your fingers clutch tightly
and I know that whatever may be happening
-- the fear coiled in dreams or the bright trespass of pain --
there is nothing at all I can do except hold your hand
and not go away.

--Sidney Morris

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i can't read this. i tried, got a lump in my throat. i just can't read this. please post something about fruit next week for poetry tuesday, or butterflies, or dr. suess (seuss?) or something light!