Once, when my mother was sick, my father said "If she's going, I'm going."His method of choice was to ignore health warnings.
I have used the Villanelle form for this poem.
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The Three Egg Omelette
His wife lies in a hospital bed;
The house is empty, cold and bland,
And he fears the future will not be shared.
He free admits to being scared.
After fifty years of holding hands,
His wife lies in a hospital bed.
Demons dance within his head,
Whispering darkly, beyond command,
And he fears the future will not be shared.
The prospect fills his heart with dread,
It wasn’t in their wedding plans:
His wife lying in a hospital bed.
Inseparable since the day they wed,
With a love that few could understand,
Now he fears the future will not be shared.
Ignoring his wife’s cholesterol ban,
He breaks three eggs into the pan.
His wife lies in a hospital bed,
And he fears the future will not be shared.
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© J Cosmo Newbery
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