The Last Words of the Night

Goldfinch60

The lights became dimmed

‘‘Twas time for sleep

All said goodnight

The lights went out

Then the phone sounded

Alan answered it

It was his wife

Asking if all was well

Of course it was

 the conversation continued

Between him and his wife

All was well

And then he said those words

Those words I say no more

He told his wife he loved her

As I did mine

And still do

Although she is now a star

Shining her love

Down on me

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: July 4th, 2021 01:10
  • Comment from author about the poem: Had to spend a night in hospital, this is what happened at lights out.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 52
  • User favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet.
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Comments5

  • orchidee

    A sensitive write Gold.
    They should have phoned me in 1066 and said 'Don't bother to turn up!'

  • Neville


    ... words chosen with such care sir and laid here as both a permanent fixture and testimony to what is essentially, your undying love ...

    • Goldfinch60

      So kind Neville, thank you.

      Andy

    • Accidental Poet

      How did I miss this one. Wonderful write Andy. Like me, you don't have to say the words. There's a continuous connection between you and your lady where those words are always there. ; )

      • Goldfinch60

        So true AP, that connection is always there.

        Andy

      • MendedFences27

        Sincere affection felt throughout this poem. Memories recalled at a time of stress. Hope you are well soon. - Phil A.

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you Phil, I am fine it was just a blip on a blood tesandy

        • dusk arising

          Hope your are well Andy and recovered from whatever took you into hossie. Those three words are so important both to say and hear.

          • Goldfinch60

            I am fine d a. I have an annual examination and blood test and there was a blip on the blood test that they needed to sort out. All’s well.

            Andy



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