Wednesday, May 20, 2020

The Bedside Song

“And all the winds go sighing,
for sweet things dying.”
 – Christina Rossetti
“Your heart breaks and breaks, when you have to be the one calling someone to let them know they should speak to their loved one on the phone before they go on a ventilator. In the air, the unspoken words always scream, “Tell them that you love them. You might not get another chance. And love should be known.” – Grief Counselor

Seemingly empty
bedsides are kept full by hearts,
singing, You are loved,
you are loved, you are so loved,
and you will forever be.


The Death of Lady MacBeth, by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
for Poets and Storytellers United (Weekly Scribblings #20: Undoubtedly Rossetti)

35 comments:

  1. Well said, Magaly. I might want to steal your last fifteen last words, such a powerful cry. I imagine you have had a terrible lot of that where you live. U.S. too, on a lesser scale. Our Houston area is thee hot spot in Texas. .
    p.s. I did not post my painting as I thought my juvenile readers, family and others, might not be ready for all this, it was the one of the lady holding an apple, one breast revealed.
    ..

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    1. Sadly, it seems that everywhere is having at lot of this in one way or another. Let's hope it ends soon. Let us hope...

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    2. I suspected that was the painting you had chosen. :-)

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  2. This is so evocative! I love the sensitivity with which this poem is penned. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt. 💝

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  3. Oh, wow, every piece of this post, each leading to the next, is so moving – and taken as a whole make a powerful impact.

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  4. I can only think of beautiful souls who are dying now ... they are loved, they are so loved.

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    1. You are not alone. I join my voice to yours...

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  5. How many thousands of wives, husbands and husbands have witnessed loved ones dying like this in the last few months. A very touching post Magaly.

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  6. This is exquisitely poignant, Magaly. You've captured that sad scenario played out too many times in the past few weeks.

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  7. Grief and dying is so much more pertinent in these pandemic days. Worthy poem Magaly
    Thanks for dropping by to read mine

    much💝love

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  8. The truest lesson from this trying time...speak your love out loud. Very few of us just "know" XXX

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    1. Speak it, show it, scream it and dance it as fiercely as we can. In some cases, it's all we can do. So we might do it well.

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  9. Your words are nurturing arms cradling one that needs to hear they are "loved, loved, loved...."

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  10. A wonderful combination of image and poem extract, in which you’ve taken the ideas and made them relevant to our current situation, Magaly. The quote from a grief counsellor adds to the pathos of the ‘Seemingly empty bedsides […] kept full by hearts, singing’.

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    1. The news have been full of voices speaking of people dying alone. And I've been wondering how the healthcare practitioners and other caregivers feel when they hear this... as if they don't count.

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  11. If only we could get that message into our heads and hearts ("You are loved"), what renewal would come to this world!

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    1. I suspect some of us might get the extra energy to fight harder.

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  12. Oh how I wish the bedside song was not saved for those final moments but sung every day for no reason at all. I would much rather have sung them at every opportunity than to have missed having the chance to say them at all.

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    1. I doubt people who love one another would wait until the very end to sing their bedside song. Still, when one hurts the most is the right time to repeat the words and the actions as much as one can. It's not that isn't as important when death is not kicking the door, just that keeping from making it obvious might mean never getting another chance.

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  13. love the poem and image...wonderful.

    Have a great day

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    1. Thank you. I hope your day is quite lovely, too.

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  14. Oh, this made me cry. We need to speak our love so they can be cradled in it when leaving us.

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  15. what a feel-good poem! thank you for the "you are loved" repetition Magaly. it just beautify's one's day. Great write!

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  16. Yes, let them know of your love for them. No matter what state someone is in, you have to assume they can hear you. Great poem, Magaly!

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