Dear John

Cherry

By Bee

Fri, 05 Jun 2015
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In the evening of the last appointment

you said you wished I hadnt said the 'dreadful' thing I said -

about wanting - really wanting 

to go to sleep and never wake again.



But later, getting home I got a bottle from the cupboard

and drank the lot upstairs.

I tell you, after all this time teetotal 

I was addled, really sozzled, which took me unawares.



It's them, you see, not me, I said, who shouldn't say

the things they said, I can't defend it.

This whole thing's brought me to the point of pointing out 

their every point is pointless, and I do, I sometimes want to end it.



But not to worry, I'm in no hurry -

I'll likely feel the opposite from this tomorrow. 

I said what I said when I said it coz I meant it then

but sorry, Love, I never meant to cause you sorrow.

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Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

He just doesn't want to hear you say it I think. People just want everything to be ok. 

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks AE. But sometimes we just have to let these things out, don't you think? wink

Bee

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

Absolutely.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Bee on

smiley

Bee

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I'll likely feel the opposite from this tomorrow. Such a big truth to shout out. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Bee on

Something to remember. And hopefully some humour, of sorts. Thanks Rhiannon.

Bee

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

You'd feel worse having felt it and not said it, not a time for baggage. Your current feelings maybe something like British summertime, stormy, warm, sunny, wet, foggy etc etc. This is like a little story poem. Sometimes you just want to kill a few braincells rather than your whole self - alcohol works wonders.

 

Submitted by Bee on

You got the up and down of it. Thanks Jane.

Bee

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Bee

Hard to write, maybe, and hard to read, certainly but important to say. Cancer treatment is not fun, but it doesn't last forever. If my husband hadn't had chemo - he would have missed out on two wonderful years. I know there were times when he wished it was all over, and yet he was very positive that he was going to go against the odds and beat the thing. And he certainly gave it a good try.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you for such encouraging words, Jean. 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

My sister-in-law had breast cancer and fought it with chemo, and the whole damned shebang.  Fourteen years later she is still going strong...still traipsing round stately homes, and the hills and dales of the Ribble Valley, making jewellery, looking after her grandson, and that ain't 'arf bad when your seventy plussmiley

All the best to you, Bee, and some.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks for that, Tina. 

smiley

Bee

Submitted by Denzella on

Bee,

Don't feel bad you and your husband need to let it out, that way I think you will see a way through this difficult time.  The  poem's rhythm and rhyme seem appropriate as they seem to express your inner turmoil.  

I can't get sozzled;  I don't like alcohol.  My sister says I've brought shame on the family.  

In my thoughts

Moya

 

Submitted by Bee on

Sorry, Moya, I seem to have missed your kind comments here. But thank you. 

' My sister says I've brought shame on the family.' - you made me laugh.

xx

Bee