Free

I mourned the loss
Of the one that I loved,
I prayed for my wounds
To heal.
I prayed I too
Would be free of pain,
Never to hurt this way 
Again.

When freedom came 
I learned a new word,
And the new word
I learned is ME.
First it was I and
Then it was WE,
But after years it seemed
More like HE.

I did his laundry,
I had his kids,
I made his beakfast
And bed,
I packed his lunch,
Sent him off to work
And then I cleaned up
His mess.

I laughed at his jokes,
I cried at his woes,
I tried to kiss
All his cares away.
I sat and waited
For him to come home,
Day, after day, after
Day.

I slep next to this man,
For so many years,
And listened to him
Snore.
Then when the illness
Finally took him,
I swore there'd
Be no more.

And now they say
"Why don't you remarry?"
"Why do you live all
Alone?"
Then those memories
Flash through my mind,
And the answer I give them is
No!!

I don't mean to seem
Selfish,
I don't mean to seem
Coy,
But I choose to be Free of
Those cares, woes and tears,
And I want to be Free
To be ME!

                      Cile Beer

Bless you both   written l995
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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Bangalee Avatar
March 3, 2019 at 12:33 AM
no selfishness, no coyness, just for freedom; just to be a free being I wanderer to this world......./// beautiful poem, enjoyed I'm
Roper Avatar
March 2, 2019 at 8:57 AM
Maryvile, I enjoyed reading your poem. I understand each line , since I just lost my soul mate. My realization is, they are never to old to die. We make our choice to our beloved till death do us part. Hugs Eve ~`*
Romios Avatar
February 28, 2019 at 2:56 PM
Good poem! I am one who likes poems about love and relationships. My first husband is also dead and I never wanted to remarry. Yes, yes, I also wanted to be free to be me. Worked out better than I had hoped.)) Panagiota
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