Today we have a host poet who’s come anonymously to present his work.
Enjoy, and if you have any thoughts about the mystery author or the poem itself, feel free to leave a comment!
I met a man today
His wife here with tubes and hoses
They’ve been married sixty three years
His short quiet steps full of concern
She in the awful robe, ashy face, on the monitor
A 1920’s wedding in the farm town, stiff collars-broad hats
He stands by her room sharing his sixty three
Complaining of full pain-here, a little there, she said
Off they rode, behind the horse, past the milo and the wells
He strokes her cheek, kisses her cheek
She holds his hand, white fingers entwined
Each wanting sixty three more
Of children and dust and loss
About the Author:
I’m an attending physician in the Department of Psychiatry. I can’t tell you more now. We’re going to play a little game. No names for now please!