Lynne Savitt

FOR MY 74TH BIRTHDAY & TWO OF MY HUSBANDS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

current husband

there are women so beautiful
staring at them makes one
dizzy as half dozen mimosas at
sunday morning seaside resort

i am not one of them

there are men so magnetic
they mesmerize one pulling
you into their lustful arms
like star studded wyoming skies

you are not one of them

a year ago when i got my cancer
diagnosis you said nothing not
one “sorry” or “i love you” or
“don’t worry” or “i’ll be there”

i hate myself when i see me through yr eyes

last ex husband

there are women who struggle
with scars & missing pink flesh
aging & aching with rallied grace
day after week after painful month

i am one of them

there are men who know how
to love stumps & bones bald
frail female shadows black
with disease & golden hope

you are one of them

i feel loved when i see me through yr eyes

irony current husband does caregiving
ex husband needs care giving but
he tells me happy birthday a week early
so he won’t forget & wishes me many
more times than not words ARE enough

2 Responses to “Lynne Savitt”

  1. Pris Campbell Says:

    I love this poem!

  2. Art Beck Says:

    Lynne – Your “aging & aching with rallied grace
    day after week after painful month” gives me “golden hope”

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