Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Elegy for My Departed Sweetheart on the Occasion of Her Birthday - Matt Cantillon


I met her on a Friday evening
Having dinner at a friends
Her voice, her speech, her acuteness of mind
Robbed me of my breath
As I made my way home that night
Head and heart set awhirl
I knew my life would be changed forever
And I knew she would be a major part…

Friendship followed and it slowly grew
As we took each other’s measure
I helped her and she helped me
And love and respect became our way
She became a healer of those troubled souls
And deftly made her way in life
A stunning mother and parent still
Her children growing loved and true.

And then we became man and wife
Sworn to honor and respect
Standing before the holy person
Professing our I Do’s
And I was made by those very vows
The happiest man alive
She told me she’s been so afraid that
Marriage would upset the scene
But no she said, it only improved
A life already so full of joy

One day soon after sickness came
A tumor in my heart
I at the door of death stood
Ready to depart from my dear love
But I came back from death’s cruel portal
Unwilling to leave my love
Who sang to me and healed my heart
And helped me through that mortal wound.


And so time passed, the children grew
And we moved from place to place
We prospered, traveled and made our jokes
And grew fonder by each day
Until one came a grim grey guest
Unbidden and unseen
A cancer vile and angry moved
Into our lives to stay

A ransom asked, a ransom paid
It brooked no disrespect
We became its servants
Its feudal serfs
And suffered in its wake
My Susan suffered the most of all
From pain from drugs from uncertainty
And I from the thought of loss

And so it was for three long years
We lived in its shadow
Our jokes were stilled
The fires of our joy banked low
I cared for her as best I could
Cursing my inability to cause a miracle
Holding vigil in a darkened room
As the light of my life grew dim

I held her in that darkened room
And whispered her my love
I promised she’d be forever my wife
She asked if I would be all right
For sure I lied for sure
And then she died, the world robbed
A healer wife and mother gone away
A beacon of light gone out that day

And we who loved her are left
To wonder about what plan
Could possibly work this way
No logic applies
In this awful loss
No reason to help us grasp
Why we must live in this dark
Our wife, our mother gone from us.

So must we stay in this crappy world
Devoid of love’s warm touch?
In an empty house
In an empty life
With an empty heart
Susan, the brightest light
The most radiant smile
Lit no more….

MPC For your birthday princess. 08-2015



1 comment:

  1. Your poetry is richer and more poignant. You are so lucky to love this lady.

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