Remaining
Having outlived
husbands, lovers,
the relatives of my generation —
I spend these vibrant years
immersed (as always)
in poetry and magic,
becoming finally
self-sufficient. You have to,
when you’re the last.
Lasting, far from left over,
continuing to continue,
I remain.
continuing to continue,
I remain.
Written for April 2020 Day 16: In the Remains at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.
Brava, Rosemary! I admire your calm resolve.
ReplyDeleteI like the defiant tone, Rosemary!
ReplyDeleteYou have my heart with this poem, Rosemary!💝💝
ReplyDeleteWell-spoken, and well-lived. As it must be, when you are last, indeed.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Rosemary. I too fairly well fit this group. Of our first cousin group of nine, three have died, two are older than me. I don't have very much time for writing with home and family things plus necessary projects I have been putting off.
ReplyDeleteI can dream of a slower life but the odds are against that.
Sorry I'm so late getting here.
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No. You are not a leftover. A survivor, a passer of the torch.
ReplyDeleteand such may it be for many years to come Rosemary - Hail to the fires that still spark and burn, glowing you warm in time ....
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