Monday, August 22, 2011

Assignment I

It is not just the exercise—

that she asks us to imagine

the person we most love in the world—

to be lying dead on a slab in a morgue.

It is not only that she tells us—over

and over, to flesh out the details

of his now lifeless body. Nor is it

the imagined task of having to dress,

for maybe the first, and definitely

the last time— our dearest loved one.

It is not even the idea of the flood of

memories heaving over us, like storm

waves, entwined with the stringy seaweed

of why — why did we not see this coming?

I am fifty years old on our wedding day.

There will be no children.

His boys are young men. Yet, in time,

two grandchildren catch us by surprise.

It is not just the assignment; no—I

have not even begun my unbearable

litany of precious memories and things

I might share, were he really lying there.

No, not yet. This work now comes first—

to fight for our life while we’re both still alive.

© elaine heveron - Aug. 22, 2011

1 comment:

Writing Yoga Moderated by Stefanie Lipsey said...

Thank you for sharing that powerful assignment Elaine & your beautifully written thoughts. I know how you felt, except my husband was miles away at home. So hard! Enjoying your blog. - Stefanie