AlteRing

I look at the ring I am so familiar with,

That I saw thousands of times,

On her left hand,

Worn for years, decades,

In place of the wedding ring,

No longer binding.

I place it on my finger,

As I have done before,

When she was in hospital, dying,

And it became too loose,

But now in her absence,

It looks so strange, so foreign,

I have to look twice.

I know it has not altered,

So I must have.

(C) Jennifer B Goodwomangonetowaste.wordpress.com

Much Loved

Someone actually said it –

Well, wrote it –

‘You are much loved,’

 

And the only image that sprang to mind was Goldie Hawn in Death Becomes Her,

With her middle shot out by Bruce Willis,

And a song lyric from Kate Bush’s Lilly kept going around in her head:

‘It feels like life has blown a great big hole in me,’

 

And that’s exactly how she felt,

Because being loved,

Isn’t the same as feeling loved.

 

She used to think that perhaps she wasn’t capable of feeling loved,

But now she knew it was just that she wasn’t being made to feel loved,

Because saying you love,

Isn’t the same as showing you love,

And it was rarely said, let alone shown.

 

The hole grew bigger and bigger.

(C) Jennifer B Goodwomangonetowaste.wordpress.com