Sippy the coffee. It’s raining and the Sun is pushing at the clouds giving this other worldly glow simultaneously. It makes the sky feel eerie to me. In a way that I kinda like.
Todays NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a Epithalamium. Well.. I never heard of such a poem before, till a few minutes ago. It is a poem specifically written for a bride. It has no particular style or rhythm, nor number of lines. How about that? Something comes up immediately for me. So, I will take on this prompt this morning and dedicate this one to my sister in-law Linda, my brothers bride for 46 years, as she holds the space for my brother,who is making his way to his last breath as I write.
THE BRIDE
She waits held to the steady rhythm
of decades pulse to these final days
The gather of her children’s chatter
Making normal deaths final phase
Her blush has faded over the years
Little holds that once virgin’s glow
Better yet have all the years been
Deepening loves heart felt flow
This bride that holds a thousand years
Till death do you part she holds the space
Remembrance of her glowing days
So much grief lays on her face
A bride to be. A bride she was
A bride that holds his hand in love
As his days seep out his living
She gives her call to the heaven above
Bring my husband the rest he needs
Take him soon for his relief
I’m his bride to his very end
Death will hold me to my grief
She waits held to the steady rhythm
Of decades pulse to his final breath
All her children come to gather
Is her husband time to rest
