Love Poetry: True Love

by Elizabeth Velez
(Brooklyn, New York)

'As I glanced into his eyes, I could sense his pain
I felt his strain, though he did not complain
His privilege to walk unattended ….had ended
The doctors had recommended he stay in bed
But instead
He chose to ignore their pleas
And unable to bend his knees
He rose from his bed…buckling with fear
Yet, he would not adhere
To the rules they had imposed
His bruises had been exposed
And one can sense he had taken a hard fall
The discoloration of his abdominal wall
Mirrored a form of physical abuse
Yet he refused to be introduced
To the mechanisms of a walking device
And without thinking twice
He attempted to self-ambulate
Yet…still broken-hearted from missing his mate
He slipped into a state of confusion
And suffered an optical illusion
As he sat in silence, he envisioned his late wife
Calling for his presence to join the after life
But, disillusioned from the medications consumed
His imagination and thoughts became self-assumed
The idea of being able to walk on his own
Felt like a secluded stepping stone

So distant in measures, but yet so near
Allowing him the courage to face his fear

And grab hold of his inner strength
But still unable to walk his body length
Just forced a tear down his wrinkled eye
As he cried, “Oh, God, please let me die!
Please rid me of my desolation and
Grant me with the expectation
Of reuniting with my one true love
She’s all I have been thinking of
I’m lonely without her by my side
My life had ended the day she died
I can hear her calling me at night
Inviting me to take this flight
With open arms she welcomes me
And happiness she guarantees
I am much too weak for my subsistence
To walk this path of least resistance
This suffering has become immense
And living is a huge expense
One which I cannot afford
Please let me leave on my accord
And though I know many will cry
I’m now ready to say good-bye
Ready to see the other side
And once again embrace my bride”

He stopped his plea then closed his eyes
And silently said his last goodbyes
Now in his dream he had been reunited
And the thought of this made him excited
But his heart had grown much too weak
Crimpling his ability to speak
So without a word his soul departed
And in heave that night... a celebration started

P.S. My grandfather is alive, THANK GOD...but this is the way he lives....missing my grandmother each day and slowly preparing himself for their reunion with his "True Love". God bless him...I love him so much!'

See Love Poetry Contest