A Poem – Out of Love
We held a family meeting at a restaurant in the big bright lights of the city,
Everyone hadn’t seen each other for a while and there was a lot of pity.
The shy waitress approached and tentatively asked if we would like to order a drink,
My grandson, big talker, yelled out, “yes, please, one beer!” as she wrote in her notebook with ink.
They say that I wasn’t “me”, that I was losing my memory,
Thinking it was best that they made decisions and that it was best for me.
The last time round, I heard them say the same thing,
What I needed was an ear and heart to be listened to, and allow me to sing.
So there we were; and, when everyone saw that my energies were up,
The waitress, a stranger in the group slipped up by me, smiling and asking if I would like to have a cup.
A cup of tea, I said “yes, please my dear” with the full satisfaction of a child in a candy store,
But still the others only spoke of themselves and what they wanted from me, hurting me to the core.
And so we sat; I spoke out loud and clear, without the least pretense,
“Life is a gift” I muttered, “today this gathering here today makes a lot of sense.”
Disposing of me by rushing me to an Old Peoples’ Home, just because you think it is right –
My life is mine and mine, alone, just like yours is to you and as disappointing as it may be to you, I am not going to be put out of sight.
And when they stood, gasped and questioned my decision,
I politely said “sit, it is better on the energy for you” as this debate was kind of fun.
That same waitress walked into the commotion, laying down everyone’s drink,
Looked at me, winked and said she overheard the talk and that they should have a re-think.
Looking at me, she told them, she still sees life .. a lot of life,
That if I didn’t want to go, my wishes should be respected and to stop giving me strife.
For it is out of life and from me, they got everything they desired,
But the one thing I desired was demonstrated by the waitress the restaurant had hired.
It takes a lifetime, to try to understand love, to try to know the unknowable,
If only we could look in to the future, maybe use a crystal ball.
Love was what I was searching for all this time, what we’re all chasing,
But Out of love, I will do what they ask … thinking that Life un-loved is not a life worth living.
– Paul e Valentine
Cheers & ahoy!
The Old Cap’n Viking Pirate … & love of writing poems