In The Ides Of March Poem by Linda Kay Hutcherson

While sitting here, listening to the beautiful strains of Yo Yo Ma's strings wafting through the air, I was suddenly feeling melancholy, and thinking of James, my dear husband who died six years ago in March.

And, then, I remembered reading someone on gather talking about the Ides of March, and this is the end result:





The Ides of March-Didn't you know that

Death comes calling in the ides of march?

A blustery March eve, you suddenly could not breathe,

you make it home to me- just inside the door,

yet fell to your knees;

and then you were no more.



Didn't you know that Death comes calling in the Ides of March?

Don't you know you tore out my heart that Tuesdays night?

When Time Stood Still, the birds hushed their chirpping lullabys,

and Life was Forever

Changed

In the Ides of March.

(c) 2011