A Widow’s Christmas
From light to dark and back to light
Of all the things I thought I would be
Widow was not one of them
They’re old and wear black
That’s not me, not one of them
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Our lives came together, on a hot Christmas day
Amongst friends, a meal, laughter and cheer
We talked for hours and shared our loves
For our kids, our family, friendships, far and near
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Our kids would giggle as only tweens can do
Singing those two up there sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g
But hours on the phone and time spent together
We could not bring ourselves to say we were we
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We finally announced that we were a couple
To family and friends and those in the know
To be met with a simple
Yes, we know
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We did things and travelled places
Bought a farm, some cows and a pig
But things were not well, we could tell
But things could be overcome, except not this big
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Our lives became about cancer you see
About disease and treatment
Folfox, leviteracetam, capecetabine
Clonazepam, naproxen, enoxaparin
Neuropathy, incontinence
And the all prevailing fear
All that nearly has me spent
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The fear that takes you body and soul
To cradle a grown man sobbing
Not one, not twice but nightly now
He cannot see mine
Not my fear or my tears
Till they burst
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My biggest fear, I’d kept right inside
He was dying and I could not add to that
My biggest fear was not being alone
Was not managing the farm
Was not attending the arrangements
My biggest fear was waking up
Next to a dead man
Next to him, my love…. As a dead man
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He called an ambulance because of the pain
I met it at the hospital
No pulses to his legs and oxygen down to 79%
We cannot help you any more
Palliative care, palliative care, palliative care
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I rallied his family
We all said goodbye
Three weeks before his 45th birthday
He was gone, dead
The cancer had won
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I went home with his things
The things that were his but now weren’t
I cried at his underwear
No point washing them
No point
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I made a coffee and pulled out two cups
I crumpled in a heap on the floor
The second cup, that damned second cup
Would never be needed, not anymore
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Forever moments, that’s what they are
When the mind, the soul, the body
Comprehend the incomprehensible
And you know with all your being
That they are dead, and it is forever
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What happens in a body to cause such pain
Forever moments,
The excruciating pain of forever moments
The doctor called it a heart attack
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Christmas…… The first Christmas
Horrible, reflective, sad, consuming
Alone in company, smiling only with your face
Did I say horrible yet
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The second Christmas is worse
The foreverness is cemented
This is how Christmas will be
Alone in company, smiling only with your face
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Other widows would commemorate
An empty chair, balloons in the the air, even a hat on the tree
Or they would just steal their way through the day
A day full of joy…. That was for others
The day can get fucked, it’s not full of joy
Merry Christmas, ho ho fucking ho
No cheer, no delight, no warmth
Because someone is dead in the ground and that is forever
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Six Christmasses later and it is full of joy
Full of family and friends and presents and cheer
With reflection that now doesn’t bring me to tears
Instead, there’s a smile, a big cheesey grin
Of that very first Christmas
Where he made us both swim
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Now I can say that I am a widow
But not in black or even a pitiful sorrow
I am a widow who is making her mark
To live what is so very, very short
And none of us can say
That there will be tomorrow
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Widows are not all old
Widows do not all wear black
Widows do not always cry
Widows do not move on
Widows move forwards
Widows are strong
Widows have a sole comprehension about life
~And about death
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Of all the things I thought I would be
Widow was not one of them
But call a rose by any other name
I am, one of them
Thank you for reading, if you are widowed, however old you are, please be kind to yourself. There are no rules on this road of horrible. But it does get better xx
About the Creator
Wendy Thacker
I’m a nurse, mother and house renovator, one of those is begrudgingly. And I love words, big words, small words, obscure words and the way they can captivate, send you somewhere you never thought you’d go. Like magic.
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