Home Is The Air I Breathe

welcome to our home
the house of rustic timber and stone
home is where my heart is now
and now I live here alone
but I’m cosy and comfortable
wearing the same old shoes
talking and walking her every mile
she’s in every covering stone
she’s in the marrow of my bones
we share the air I breathe
inhaling her gracious spirit
capturing her living essence
absorbing her love into my blood
flowing through my pumping veins
cascading upon my open heart
caressing my solitary core
embracing our glorious souls as one

Ivor Steven (c) 2018

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Hi, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm a retired, part-time 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 18 months, and writing poems for nearly 18 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.

66 thoughts on “Home Is The Air I Breathe”

    1. Thanks Libby, I don’t hide anything or leave any of myself behind, and it seems to work for me, and I’m always pleased that my readers feel the emotions I’m trying to impart into my words. 😊

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    1. Oh, Colleen, I’m definitely tiring of my little phone, and I’m going to give myself a rest for a few days. 😊 And thank you ❤️ for your lovely comment, I love that you called my poem an ode, ☺️

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    1. Thank you ❤️ dear Arlene, and I’m sorry that I’ve not been able to visit your posts much, I’m having a rest for a few days now, using this little phone has got too tiresome and tedious for me ☺️, hopefully back on the internet some time Thursday with a temporary computer. 😉 💛

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    1. Thank you Drew, I’m still computerless, and so I’ve not been on my reader much, I found it too tiresome and tedious on my little phone, but I’ll be back, hopefully on the weekend, my brother is reconstructing my old computer. 😉

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  16. I’ve never heard that Cohen song. Interesting. I totally get what your poem means. I often say of the kids that their voices and spirits still fill up the corners of our house… I just have to get quiet and listen. 🙂 It gets lonely sometimes, doesn’t it…

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  17. Sometimes our present is haunted by the lost potential of a future that we never got to see. The only way to escape this haunted present is by establishing a new relationship with the future and with the past. This is what we refer to as acceptance. “Acceptance is not about liking a situation. It is about acknowledging all that has been lost and learning to live with that loss.” – Elisabeth Kubler-Ross. Your poem expresses beautifully that you are doing just that! Bless you!

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  24. Ivor this is very beautifully written, describes the the nature and loving relationship with you wife even in the air you breathe, the walks, they things around the house. Lifetime memories!
    Yonnie💜😊🌸

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