Today is the fourth anniversary of the day my husband died. Since I was young, poetry has always been my chosen form of self expression. Not for anyone else but me. It has always seemed the purest and most powerful way to express what I feel in the deepest reaches and depths of my heart, my mind, my soul. Poetry, like people, can hold many layers of complexity and meaning in an art of simplicity. The anniversary of my husbands death is always a contemplative time for me, and I wrote this poem last year during this time, but I have worked on it a lot since then. A poem like a life is a journey, and who knows when it will be finished. I post this today in remembrance of a special man, Skip Waters.
All I ever wanted was a simple life
I had one for awhile
with a Simple Man
who loved life, me as his wife
and greeted each day with a smile
he was very kind and never complained
he always said “thank you” for everything
he worked hard every day,
and would go out of his way
to help anyone he could
glad to lend a hand, a true friend
willing to listen, he understood
He loved to play and laugh away
with children who gave him pleasure
he whistled to the birds, said few words
nature and sunsets were his treasure
he gave me rings of gold and flowers
we’d dance and sing, sometimes for hours
the years flew past, so fast, so fast
expecting the magic to last and last
at the end of the day we’d always say,
“I love you forever and ever”
I would thank the Lord every single day,
for this gift from high above
a man with a heart so full of love
living every moment
caring for everything and everyone
knowing what life was worth
where else could he come from?
an angel here on Earth
roadtrips to mountains and rivers and ruins
a never ending journey of discovery and fun
time flies when you live in the warmth of the sun
it seems too soon, you blink and it’s gone,
and memories are all that live on
my life is less without him in it
colder, darker, quiet and long
the magic was him
and I feel so alone
it seems it’s true, but why
do the good die young?
on the last card he gave me he wrote:
For some love is hard to find
for me it’s hard to define
Your heart has caressed my soul
Your body has filled my arms
but still I’ve yet to find
The depth of your love
I love you now, and now forever
Skip
don’t ever say, never!
love doesn’t die,
it’s always alive
like the spark that lives on
in you and I
I will love, forever
and always miss
Skip,
so easy to be with
A Simple Man