Under the Snow (a Revisit)

A special poem I wrote, after Iā€™d taken my Lady to hospital for the last time, on the day of her 65th birthday, twelve years ago. Hello Carole, time goes by and my hands have not moved …


Under The Snow

We emanate to a birthday.
We deflate to a final day.
Birthdays, they all come, they all go.
Birthdays, in the sunshine, under the snow.
Birthdays, slow to mature, quickly an eon.
Birthdays, before we are born, after we are gone.
Birthdays, hanging on by a breath.
Birthdays, nailed to a cross ā€™til death.
What does it all mean to be alive and cry?
What does it all mean to live and to die?









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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

24 thoughts on “Under the Snow (a Revisit)”

  1. The function of death, is so we learn to, appreciate, life. If everyone lives, forever, then, we will, NEVER learn to appreciate the ones we love dearly, the ones we care about, completely, because, we don’t, lose, any of whom we love so very, much. And, through, grieving for those we’d lost, we also, learn to find closure, and, note how it’s the memories that stay, even after those we love are, gone. So, death HAS, an, important, function in all our, lives.

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  7. AW. (The tears are flowing.)
    Your poem is so heart-touching.
    I know you miss Carole dearly and greatly, Ivor. In all of the deep varied emotions, your love shines through brightly. Keep having conversations with her, with your heart and with your poems.
    (((HUGS))) šŸ’œšŸ’œšŸ’œ

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