Not today.
Even when the river
rolls so cool and deep
and I could wade and
wade ’til sleep.
Not today.
When I have the tablets
in a drawer
in a box
winking chalkily at me.
Not today.
When the church tower soars
and it’s bells toll out
a seductive beat
for me to fly to.
Not today.
for me the oven,
the blade, and bath.
I shall not meet
Sylvia by God’s
own hearth.
Today,
I leave a legacy
of love, of life,
not regret and guilt
for my bairns to
doubt.
Beautiful, and poignant. Thank you for sharing.