River of Novocain
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He said it was the hardest thing
He has ever had to do
I replay his words in my mind
The devastation running through
I know this rare, sacred kind of love
Should not be broken off like this
When my heart aches in the middle of the night
There is no recompense
Our love is strong, our love is pure
Despite intervening harsh afflictions
Since the day we met, I harbor no regrets
I stand firm in my convictions
Wandering lost without his reaffirming touch
A river of Novocain could never ease my pain
Panic sets in when I even conceive
I may never see him again
In moonlight’s serenade, a vision displays
Of a boat in remote distance
I imagine him, sailing in
Calling to me with great persistence
His health improved, all obstacles removed
Hope glistening on the river
A reconciling embrace awaits him
With all the passion I can deliver
Until then, it is hard to comprehend
The tearful predicament where we remain
Waiting for a miracle to sail right in
Upon pain’s river of Novocain
BY
POETESS CHERIE SUMNER
Copyright: Cherie Sumner
The translation of this poem by Poet WILLIAMSJI MAVELI will be posted with graphics
