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The truth with its big teeth
stared in the windows;
the poisonous streetlight
that always poured in.
I hid my face in his neck
my tears out of his eyes.
We whispered "I love you"
"I love you"
as if the ceremony of locking - unlocking
could keep out what stood at the door
the dangerous morning
the penitent kisses
the drifting apart...
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Author Notes
A Silent Cry is the title of the complete series of 30 poems that I wrote during the caring-period of my husband, a patient with Alzheimer's Disease, later aggravated with cancer, that in the end took his life. In trying to keep sane I wrote the poems. They made me ordinate my thoughts and worked that way therapeutically. I am now in the process of looking for a publisher.
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