I dreamt of her serenity

I gently held her frailty

I whispered calmly

words of love and grace

unable to fathom

her living museum


Ivor Steven (c)  2018

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

25 thoughts on “Museum”

  1. takes a strong man to hold something frail and not injure it. this is a very evocative poem Ivor, of times you were strong because you had no other choice but. my sincere admiration for you and all you have been through

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  2. I can not find the words to describe the beauty of this poem, perhaps they do not exist. Your devotion to Carole shines throughout. It brings to mind these words of Aristotle : “Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.” Thank-you!

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