She Listens

On By Baydreamer - Lauren ScottIn Poetry, Writing

He cares for his father whose body tires
of everyday functions, pain raging at cyclone
force from ninety-nine years of living a lifetime.
Our emotions undulate –
who wishes to watch a loved one suffer?

Another week of work comes to an end.
With glass of wine in hand, we exhale
on the patio. Then the sun says,
“Good night, my dear friends,” as he
gently descends, making room for the moon.

And when the moon appears, Oh, My!
She takes our breath away!
Bright and bold as if she senses
we could use light in our souls.

We open the gate and walk into the street
for an unobstructed view. Under the
illumination, a woman pauses with
her dog, a husky mix, with fur
white as an arctic fox, another rescue,
she tells us, and our hearts leap with joy.

The moon pays attention to us as the
patio welcomes again.
Most importantly, she listens.
And though the stars act a bit bashful,
they eavesdrop and we are fine that they do.

The moon and stars hear us,
just an ordinary couple enjoying
a Friday evening but with heavy hearts.
Their absolute attention, imagine this,
out of all eyes gazing at the brilliant sky –
we know the moon’s lustrous presence is
for us alone, and we are aware that the
panoply of stars will shimmer into view soon.

Then we rise from our seats and head into
the house, feeling relaxed from the wine’s
fluidity, and appreciative that our troubles
have been received.

© Lauren Scott, baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.

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52 thoughts on “She Listens”

  6. Hi Lauren, I am sorry to hear about your father-in-law. It is not easy when a person is suffering but their body just keeps going. We have this situation with my husband’s grandmother who is turning 101 soon. She is in a lot of pain and partially bed ridden and it is so difficult. A beautiful poem. Hugs.

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    1. Thanks for your kind words, Robbie. It is so hard watching him suffer, and I’m sorry to hear about your husband’s grandmother, too. We just do what we can to make him as comfortable as possible. Between our emotions and the moon last Friday, these words just tumbled out. I appreciate the hugs, too, and send some back to you. ❤️

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  10. Jane Sturgeon

    Wrapping you, Matt and his dad, in soft love, Lauren. Your words are so full of understanding and compassion. Beside you. ❤ xXx

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    1. Thanks so much, Jane, for your comforting words and love. We take it one day at a time and do what we can to make sure he’s as comfortable as can be. That moon and our hearts stirred up this poem in minutes. Hugs to you both, dear friend. ❤️❤️

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  11. This poem gave me a great sense of peace Lauren as I read your words.. Thank you. I saw the moon rise, I felt your relaxing breath, and tasted the sips of wine…
    Have another relaxing week as your working week draws to another close..
    Much love Lauren… Sending HUGS your way ❤

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    1. I’m so glad my words brought you peace, Sue. We try to keep him as comfortable as possible. And without trying to sound dramatic, this poem was an epiphany with our emotions so raw and that gorgeous moon. Thanks so much for your lovely comment and hugs. Much love and many hugs to you, too. ❤️❤️❤️

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    1. Thanks so much, Lisa, for your hugs and lovely words. I agree with you about Nature and that moon, wow, it was stunning. I know you’ve mentioned changes in the future for you, but I hope you and your family are okay. Love and hugs xoxo

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