My chest swells with immense pride
As she walks to me , my blushing bride.
Very soon she is a doting mother
Then her headaches begin to bother.
She has a lesion in her brain
That is causing us all this pain.
While our daughters grow under Love and Care
Her life becomes a Death defying dare.
Doctors and medicines are her rigmarole
While on the Grim Reaper’s parole.
For eleven years she kisses and hugs
Our daughters , and my heartstring tugs.
Now weak and soon bedridden
She tries to keep her emotions hidden.
With gestures now she tries to talk
As our daughters’ futures she tries to chalk.
Her frustrating efforts make her laugh
Or when translating, I make a gaffe .
On her forehead I trace my fingers.
Perhaps a pain there still lingers.
Her heart is now a pulsating beep.
Her eyes are still as if in sleep.
The green lines of her mind
Are slowly straightening ,I soon find.
A tear escapes my soundless cry
Onto her unmoving eyes so dry .
“Snatch her back” I start to think
“From that deadly abysmal brink.”
Such a wretched plan does Fate connive
She passes on while I survive.
It is now close to four years
But my eyes still brim with fresh tears.
Her loving thoughts, my mind do grace
Still brightens my world, her radiant face.
And my other half is an empty side,
For she no longer walks, my blushing bride.
Writer's Island Prompt :"Survivor" 18 April 2008.
P.S. I request you to also read "her" point of view in "Life ...in a hurry"http://la-muse07.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-in-hurry.html