no one knows how to love the way I do
It Is Not the Fact That I Will Die That I Mind (poem by Jim Moore)
but that no one will love as I did
the oak tree out my boyhood window,
the mother who set herself
so stubbornly against life,
the sister with her serious frown
and her wish for someone at her side,
the father with his dreamy gaze
and his left hand idly buried
in the fur of his dog.
And the dog herself,
that mournful look and huge appetite,
her need for absolute stillness
in the presence of a bird.
I know how each of them looks
when asleep. And I know how it feels
to fall asleep among them.
No one knows that but me,
No one knows how to love the way I do.
posted by Lorena at 10/12/2005 01:44:00 PM
4 Comments:
I really liked this simple poem.
So true. No one. We all have to die, but the discomforting thought is that we won't ever be loved the way we love, or have those loved know it the way it is. I guess that is why we're considered to die alone.
glad you liked it ravi.
hi sirbarrett, great point! it's true that we can't have the same love reflected back but still any color love is beautiful. thanks for giving me a new way to look at this.
liked this wrk and the one that floored me was this "If you r nt a poet b a poem".. may be its been there in ur blog for a while now but am new here and am captivated..
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