Mo Chroi

Ahh. Mo chroi,  (my heart) said he

Do not kiss me on the forehead

Or mix my drink with medicine

My eyes may be rheumy but they

Read your tell-tale face

 

But her with the painted lips

And the sagging cheeks

Crossed her spider legs

And merely smiled

 

The dance of youth almost forgotten

Of that long ago life

Yet the engine’s rhythm

Still throws out a spark now and then

 

Eyes closed hands touching

She hums their tune

Lips caress the back of her hand

And his voice whispers

 

Do you remember our first night

Yes my love I do

They say life is short and so it is

And we’ve shortened ours by miles

 

But delectably so my love

Delectably so

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

What an incredibly touching love poem dear Pauline. A love story told here, from first met through the years. Through sickness and health. Those were the promises once made. Your final lines show the love has lasted. Dear Pauline you are a wonderful poet. I think this one shines above all others of yours I have read over the years. Hope you are ok my poetry friend.

Chris

[Pauline]

What a beautiful thing to say to your old poet friend Chris.(Friend being the operative word) I don't profess to being anywhere near as good a poet as you dear Chris but I like to try.
This one came about as I was sat watching my husband coming through with a cup of tea for us both along with those dreaded 'smarties' that I need to take every few hours.
Throughout all the years of problems that come with life, things we had control and no control over, love has seen us through.
I hope you're plodding through your mum's and aunt's things poco a poco Chris. Lots of love to you.
Pauline.xx

[Chris Shaw]

Getting there dear Pauline. It's been hard but I feel as though I have broken the back of it. You say such nice things. Keep taking those smarties, yes imagine them being all chocolatey to get them down. Sending you love and a big hug. Take good care of yourself xx

[Pauline]

God help my family when we kick the bucket. We've collected so many things on our travels, moving from one house to another, cramming up each loft and even the spare bedrooms. I would auction it all but the other half wont. The family screams about it now so I'm glad I wont be around to listen to it.Aha.xxx

[jacob erin-cilberto]

shortened by miles, shortened by age...
but what they had and have...priceless, delectable...
I agree with Chris...you are a wonderful poet...
the emotions of your writing just jump off the page.
j.

[Pauline]

Hello J. I hope all is well with you. Thank you for such a lovely comment. I always appreciate a response from your good self.
Pauline.