I’m filling out a questionnaire

And I’m at my desk pondering

At one of the of the questions

Marital status ?

Single, married, or widowed

I had to stop and think

Before, I could tick the box

Widowed !!

The fact, hit me between the eyes

Am I a weirdo

Do I look like a creep

Now, that I’m widowed


I do not feel different, nor special

Her clock stopped, she ran out of time

And I still do not comprehend

Why ?

I am alright now

Yeah, but why ?

I remember her smile

When she whispered to me

” Life will eventually be easier for you:”

Most of the time

Now, I’ll tick that box

Widowed ………..



Ivor Steven (c)Β  July 2019



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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.

49 thoughts on “Questionnaire”

  1. I know what you mean. At first I was unsure whether I had to tick the box marked Mrs or Ms. Then I decided I will always be his Mrs, so that’s what I tick! πŸ™‚

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      1. I do. I’ll always feel married to my sweet husband. I get the same feeling when I fill paperwork out for my children about their father. It just doesn’t feel right.

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  2. OH. 😦 I’ve got tears flowing, Ivor.
    That kind of adjustment is one of THE hardest. 😦 And often those boxes, labels, designations are so limiting and do not tell the whole story. It’s difficult to deal with them. 😦
    The joy is in the fact that you and Carole lived, loved, laughed and she will always be with you in so many ways.

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    1. Yes I cried while I was writing this piece, the shadow of the words were shading my heart, and co-incidently I happened to be listening to Damien’s song at the same, and his soulful music strongly inspired/influence my poem……

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    1. Yes I’m sure we would have, and Damien’s music/lyrics/and his superb infectious voice are completely outstanding πŸŽΆπŸŽΌβ€οΈπŸ€—β˜ΊοΈπŸ™„

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  3. I struggled with ticking that box for a long time then realized I can’t let ticking a box dictate my feelings. Even though loved ones will always be in my heart, it was time for me to move forward. Letting ourselves heal takes time.

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    1. Thank you Eugenia, oh ithink I’m fine, it’s just the sudden emotional response that still unexpectedly jumps at me once in a while, and then I tend to write about the feeling, and I think it helps get through the moments, and my readers responses are always positive and encouraging πŸ˜‰πŸ˜πŸ™„πŸ€—

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  4. “Her clock stopped, she ran out of time
    And I still do not comprehend
    Why ?”

    Isn’t it strange how life will go along, moving forward, and you think it’s all coming into focus. Then one little thing happens that sets off a thought-storm. Sometimes when I see my shoes sitting side-by-side near the front door I see mom’s shoes with her socks stuck in them sitting by the hamper in the bathroom. And for those moments it all comes back to me. Over and over and over again… Your words are so beautiful and honest, Ivor… ❀

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