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Together Even When Apart and Three More Poems

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Together Even When Apart

New Years Day of thirty eight

Henry and Ivy got married

One year later from stability rent

Hideous war blustered, broke out

Geographically, their love

Had to span bloodshed and miles

But love spoke in ardent whispers

Rain or shine, it was heard

War over, Henry returned home safe

There came a son in to their lives

For them, that was why war was won

Their child to breathe victorious in peace

Time gave them two grandchildren

Two new homes, holidays by the sea

Two daughters in law, one grandson in law

And a great grandson, all they could wish

A silver wedding anniversary passed

The golden was a milestone indeed

They pressed on to reach their diamond

But alas, that was not to be

Henry and Ivy were forced to part

As her life’s strength shrank away

From him, she was bodily gone, gone

Even a second was excruciatingly long

But in his true open heart

He felt her love linger, live on

In his casket of memories she thrived

Ivy, his once constant companion

Often, when the sad echoing

Silence was quietened, mind still

His heart would hear her devoted call

From above in heaven’s great skies

Three years later they met again

As his time on earth drew to a close

He knew it was time, bid the son adieu

Henry smiled and said “She’s here, your mum

She’s come to collect me, my Ivy

To take me home with her

Never more beautiful than on this day

Yes, my love, I hear you, eternity is ours.”

And he too was gone.



Fifty years married

He was tall, dark and handsome

When they’d met

She’d been a brunette

Now she has grey white hair

He’s bald, save for a white wreath

More comfortable in casual clothes

Than in the garments of yesteryear

He takes her dancing

Though he’s never been keen

She goes to his garden shows

To return the thoughtful favour

Twenty five years in separate beds

He kicks in his sleep

She grinds her teeth, he says

Funny they didn’t notice

In the heady days of passion

And bringing up the children

He buys her red roses, a favourite

She cooks him steak and ale pie

They holiday in Tenerife in June

And visit Vienna in the winter

Spend Christmas with their growing family

Their gestures to all wrapped in love

When either looks back

Takes the chance to reminisce

They are assured that the adage

Familiarity breeds contempt

Is a lie. They’re the living proof

That familiarity makes them one



The Empty House

They stood in the empty house

Listened to echoes of the past

The children’s laughter and play

Vile rows, sweet reconciliations

The house had been sold

They were moving on

To proverbial pastures new

Fresh adventures beckoning

“Thanks for the memories.”

“Thanks for the quick sale.”

“How did it come to this?”

“We grew apart, that’s all.”

The Decree Nisi was due

The lawyers had done their work

Legalities and settlements

Resided in that house, not them

He looked in to her eyes

Her tears needed no words

It was difficult to breathe

Their life together was over

They’d done most of their grieving

Thought they’d be fine, philosophical

But when they left, closed the front door

That was more than a simple goodbye.


The Thorn

I am the thorn and you are the rose

Gladly, I protect you from life’s foes

Together, in harmony, we’ve grown

And wherever the wind of fortune may blow

My strength will support your elegance, your grace

We belong. We know our rightful place.

I am forever the thorn to your rose

A loyal ally in times of joy and of woe

Whoever we are, whatever the tale

Our closeness I shall always hail

We can’t predict what our futures hold

But fortune must favour you, a bloom so bold.

These poems were taken from my anthology Curious which I published back in 2014 but I thought they deserved to see daylight again. Love and poetry seem made for one another. Thank you for reading.

© 2021 Joanne Hayle