"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Friday, November 16, 2018

Today the Sun Is an Eraser

If you forget me,
I’ll hold your heart
as you search for home.

My love I feel winter coming.
Yesterday you spoke my name,
but today the sun is an eraser.

I’m reduced to familiar,
a breathing photograph
misplaced in a wedding album,
reassigned to rest among the vague.

When there is nothing left
of me in your eyes I’ll hum
your favorite song and dance
you through my heartbreak
so you can climb another star
closer to the moon.

Dedicated to my father, Oron Crouch, who watched my mother
be taken away from him by Alzheimer's. Mama died, November 7, 2007.


Sara McNulty said...

Written with a lingering sadness, which makes sense in this beautiful dedication.

Magaly Guerrero said...

You've made me cry, in the best of ways... The idea of watching someone you love fade out of the mind of the one this someone loves most is soul-crippling. But... the love you describe, the things the one who still know is willing to do speaks of what truly loving someone means--giving anything we can so that the love that once was can never be truly erased.

Beautiful... and heartbreaking.

rallentanda said...

This is terribly sad for you, your Dad and your family. I am pleased that your mother was so loved and cherished. Life is very cruel at the end and those who have love and support from their family are blessed. Even though it was years ago we do not forget and still feel the suffering keenly. Beautiful tribute to your parents.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is incredibly poignant, Susie. The closing stanza brought tears into my eyes 😥 I am so sorry for your loss.

Kerry O'Connor said...

The image of sun as an eraser is so strong.. especially for me right now trying to survive 100F temperatures as the heatwave continues.

brudberg said...

Especially the closing stanza made me sigh... that is true love

annell4 said...

I love this!!!

Margaret said...

Letting one go. This is the first poetic response where the letting go seems like a gift, a sacrifice. I loved it.

Anmol (HA) said...

It's heartbreaking to see this decline, to be a witness to this forgetting — it's such an emotional piece, both the images of the sun as an eraser and the misplaced photograph are so poignant. And the last stanza binds it all so beautifully, the love that is lasting through and after everything.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Very beautiful and very sad!


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