Hold Me.

Today is Saturday 22nd of December 2018, 7.00am, and I’ve been home a night, after basically a six week stay in hospital. I’m not over all my problems yet, I’m very tired, both physically and mentally, and it’s going to take me a while to recover. hopefully I’ll end up ok. Anyhow, It’s lovely to be home, and I thought I’d repost this old poem of mine,please enjoy.

Take me to my home

Home is where my heart is

Home’s on that windy hill

Above a secret valley

Hovering,Β a heavenly cloud

Take me to my home

I’m waiting here alone

All packed ready to go

Vacating this old place

Leaving this world behind

Take me to my home

The beyond will be greener

I know you’ll be there

You’ve been waiting so long

I know you’ll hold me again

Hold me in our home

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Ivor Steven (c) Β 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.

53 thoughts on “Hold Me.”

      1. next time have a roster ready … any friends within ten kms of the hospital … one night pizza, another chicken dinner, next fish and chips … get organised coz this doesn’t sound like the end of it 😦

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  1. Almost midnight and still on the 21st for me. Just back from a Christmas party and checking in to say goodnight. Hope you had a good night’s rest Ivor. See you tomorrow, until then goodnight πŸ™‚

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  2. You are.not ready to go to the home you are writing about dear friend. Carole will know when it’s time and she will come for you. Near the end of my wife’s life, when she was in the hospital for the umpteenth time, she said to me, “I want to go home. ” I told her the doctor would decide when I could take her home, and she said, “No, I mean home to God.” Her wish was granted two days later. Hugs & Love to you dear friend.

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