It is ten years almost to the day since the death of Brendan Neylon Cassidy, my dear husband and father of my three children. This poem is penned in his memory.
I wouldn't have had the nerve
when you were around -
with your Mensan mind,
your pedantic prowess
and your acerbic
(adorable)
wit.
A word-smith par excellence,
(published no less!)
you penned
persuasively
pedagogically
and perspicaciously
(I often needed a dictionary)
I wouldn't have had the nerve
when you were around -
so I basked in the shadow
of your doctoral brilliance,
typing your scrawl
and offering you
draft after exhaustive draft.
I wouldn't have had the nerve
when you were around -
but you're not around any more
are you?
And I am learning
day by day
to tell MY story.
A very emotional poem as you write with you feelings about your husband. It is alway the case when they are around we are relax and without tension. Be brave and keep writing your own feelings in poem that will make you learn more ....