No Longer Numb

He was my vision of a good life.
I soon, became his new wife.
Celebrations were grand
Then, we did not demand.
Together we shared goals…hoped.
Disappointments came, we coped.
I gave all that she had.
Through the good and the bad.
At Christmas, I lavished him with gifts.
I could have written his book of festschrifts
Anything he wanted, I would try to buy.
I went all out, do or die!
Birthdays came, I was never remiss.
My joy was his happiness.
Material things for me, he did dismiss.
Instead, he gave me his sweetest kiss.
At first, I was only sad.
Later I became very mad!
Later, the economy failed,
Some of our dreams bailed.
But love was not lost.
Amid differences tossed.
Eventually, I began to learn
Even through disappointment’s burn.

Wisdom brought its hum.
Now, I am no Longer Numb.
Pure love is loveliest…
When selfishness is lowliest.
To give freely without expectation of return is bliss.
To give with dreams of reciprocation… dismiss.

© February 21, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Smith Avatar
March 10, 2011 at 12:25 PM
Wow I really enjoyed this one. Wonderful as always. Take care of yourself. Dana'lynn
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March 5, 2011 at 5:00 PM
Hon, you are the most selfless person I know. Always putting others' needs ahead of your own. I'm so glad I stumbled upon this poem. It filled my heart with joy. People have been asking what happened to you. Where have you been, they want to know. I tell them you are gardening and enjoying your grandchildren. But you have been missed! Love, Carolyn
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February 28, 2011 at 5:27 PM
this is true. so are some excuses. i always ask the question "why am i always broke when mom's birthhday roles around?" maybe it's just her luck. john
Mehta Avatar
February 21, 2011 at 5:33 AM
Pure love is loveliest when selfishness is lowliest.. fine expression with equally good rhyming, Dane
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