Her Nightingales

Good morning readers( it’s morning somewhere), this is a piece I’ve not posted before, I wrote it 15 years ago, I’m leaving the poem in the original tense of when the words were written. the poem’s about Carole’s incredible nurses and carers who attended our house every day. I hope you enjoy the  rawness of this early poem of mine.

 

Her Nightingales

 

The nightingales enter, our house feels raided

Unnerving every-time, our personal privacy invaded

Nightingales come and go, to and fro

A shuffling flock, some we don’t know

 

Drifting throughout our house, her nursing home

Tending to her endless needs, she’s never to be alone

Nightingales come and go, to and fro

They’ve showered her and they’ve been, today and tomorrow

 

Occupying our precious space, angels fluttering around

From the front door, to the back door, from silence to sound

Nightingales come and go, to an fro

They’ve fed her and they’ve seen, today and tomorrow

 

Permeating the air with chatter, brushing her red plume

Bedding her down, and leaving her lonely room

Nightingales come and go, to and fro

Comforting her and they’re between, today and tomorrow

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

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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.

30 thoughts on “Her Nightingales”

  3. Touch hearted but i want to ask you a favor !!!! I really know that your heart has pain and you missed her ….. i feel the same as i have lost my husband and my sister …but we have to look forward !!!
    I believe that if they could talk to us they would ask the same!!!
    Write for today … feel the present… dream for tommorow!!!!

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    1. I write for today a lot Efi, this is an old poem, out of my archives, .. I’m hoping my words may be of benefit to others who might been in that situation, and let them know they are not alone in their thoughts and feelings……
      I’m fine these days Efi……the pain has gone….
      I spent all week last week talking about Yorkie and the the heat, and the sunshine….
      I do like writing my horror poems too…

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      1. As i have written again the reason i love you, although i did not know you is your love for your father and your wife and your care for them!!! I want for you now to feel happy again because you deserve it!
        A real friend of mine said me don’t return to your bad moments all the time because it hearts you…
        That’s the reason i wrote this to you …. but i forgot for a moment that you are also a POET!!!!!!!!
        Send you my love!!!!!

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      2. Oh Efi I love every thing about you, Please don’t worry about my older pieces… The past doesn’t hurt me, my memories are comforting. I’m more worried about my future at the moment, and whether or not I’ll be fit enough to undertake such a arduous trip from Melbourne to New York and then walk the streets of New York. Despite all the hard work I’m putting in I’m full of self doubts

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  4. Oh, I can really feel the conflict in this one – people coming to help yet also invading your space and a reminder of the reason why help is needed. There is so much raw honesty here. Beautiful and bittersweet. ❤️

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  5. This is so honest, beautiful, and poignant, Ivor. We must all always be thankful for those who are caregivers!
    Thank YOU for being a caregiver, too, Ivor! I’m so glad Carole had all of you!
    My friend Jean cared for her husband (he had MS) for over 10 years. I used to go over just to spend time with her…in between caring for her husband, she and I would chat, laugh, work puzzles, play games, do artwork, etc. She said it helped her a lot, because often she felt so alone.
    (((HUGS)))

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    1. Very well said Carolyn, there’s that feeling like you are detached from the rest of the world, and your little world seems so self centred and lonely…….. Hope you start getting betterer soon ☺️🤗🤗

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  10. A beautiful poem that tells us of your innermost thoughts back then. Not just gratitude for the support, but your wish for a little private time too. The hopelessness, your overwhelming desire to change a situation that was long out of your control and a reluctant acceptance of ‘It is what it is!’ 🙂

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    1. Thank you Sue, for understanding comments, yes the help was needed and they were fantastic, but our lives together was invaded, the situation was bitter-sweet and sweet ☺️😔😁🤗

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