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

POETESS CHERIE SUMNER

The translation of this poem by Poet WILLIAMSJI MAVELI will be posted with graphics