Just A Good Night Poem by Bill Galvin

Just A Good Night

Each night I climb the stairs to our bedroom.
En route, I pass by the room you left this world from.
I pause and say “Good night, Honey Pie; sweet dreams.”
Just like in real life, before you got so sick.

Last night, I paused, and “Wait a minute.”
“Why am I speaking to you here? ”
“Come on back up to our bedroom, Babe.”
“Just like you always did.”
“Like you yearned for after hospital, but could not.”

Now every night, our “sweet dreams”
Will be shared from there…
Where our love was so well expressed…

Just like before.


Friday, February 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and loss
Prakhar Mishra 01 June 2015

sir, my age little confirms of what deep i went on reading this....thanks for this piece of work

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Sally Plumb Plumb 06 May 2015

I understand you completely. I've still got my husbands work boots on my kitchen floor and his jacket over a chair back.He's been passed on nearly four years.

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Bill Galvin 07 May 2015

A friend passed this along to me: Grief is the last act of love we have to give to those we loved. Where there is deep grief, there was great love. You might like my Reflections on a Moon. Thanks, Sally

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