06-12-2014, 09:01 PM
Hi all!
I call this "Good-bye bitch!"
My wife's monthly visitor, an unlooked-for aunt,
her time with us now runs very scant.
"Foul witch, what makest thou in our sight?"*
Leave, begone, meanspirited old wight!
No "change" to be dreaded but a welcome relief
from physical pain and spiritual grief.
(God unjust? I won't go down that route
but still, at long last, His "No" is now moot.)
We've long put away the needles and vials
and forlorn, tattered hopes, heaped up in piles.
Two boys we've adopted; ours is the gain.
Therefore, we can, and will, not complain.
Yet my "Good riddance!" will also ring hollow
and be, in one sense, not easy to swallow.
One hope yet I hold, in secret, on the sly,
and as she departs, I must let it die.
Love, oh what a tale we have spun.
On to a new chapter, this one is done,
leaving nothing behind but a wistful regret
to peek through the windows for some time yet.
* Richard III, Act I, Scene III
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I call this "Good-bye bitch!"
My wife's monthly visitor, an unlooked-for aunt,
her time with us now runs very scant.
"Foul witch, what makest thou in our sight?"*
Leave, begone, meanspirited old wight!
No "change" to be dreaded but a welcome relief
from physical pain and spiritual grief.
(God unjust? I won't go down that route
but still, at long last, His "No" is now moot.)
We've long put away the needles and vials
and forlorn, tattered hopes, heaped up in piles.
Two boys we've adopted; ours is the gain.
Therefore, we can, and will, not complain.
Yet my "Good riddance!" will also ring hollow
and be, in one sense, not easy to swallow.
One hope yet I hold, in secret, on the sly,
and as she departs, I must let it die.
Love, oh what a tale we have spun.
On to a new chapter, this one is done,
leaving nothing behind but a wistful regret
to peek through the windows for some time yet.
* Richard III, Act I, Scene III
nb