New poems from Ed Galing in "Dance Of My Hands"

New poems from Ed Galing in "Dance Of My Hands" http://www.danceofmyhands.com

TWO POEMS OF ED GALING
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The High Ground

when the mourners had
finally left the stage
and the cemetery went
quiet,
i had sprinkled some
earth on my wife’s
grave,
said my prayers,
now i stood alone,
looking around,
noticing the quiet
reverence of this
solemn place, and
thought about how short
life can be,
already overwhelmed
with sadness, i put
my hand out, and she
arose and smiled,
put hers in mine and
together we walked to
our car at the gate,
and she said with a sigh,
let us get out of here,
and I said softly,
where to, honey?
she waved her hand
lightly and said,
anywhere with you is
fine,
i was so delirious,
and we took off, and
i began to talk, and
then i turned to her,
and she was no longer
there,
no longer there,
as i drove on,
feeling her spirit.


Nursing Home

old age sometimes
becomes a burden
and then
the nursing home
becomes a haven
for those who
can no longer
manage on
their own;
pity them,
the poor,
the old,
the homeless,
the infirm,
the demented,
the ones in
wheelchairs,
say a prayer
for those who
have to take
care of them
the nurses,
the doctors,
those who have to
feed them
dress them
even bury them
say a prayer
and hope you
never have to
be in one
yourself.