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 © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2011
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