Poem: It's Time For You To Learn How To Drive
by Lena Kovadlo
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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A poem about the last few hours before the passing of a loved one...
It's Time For You To Learn How To Drive
(June 13, 2012)
I am feeling worn out from everything.
It's time for you to learn how to drive.
He whispered to her Sunday morning
While they lounged on their cozy bed.
But honey, you know how I get
When it comes to driving...
Sweaty, shaking hands,
I can't get behind the wheel.
I know you've been very tired lately.
I promise I won't ask you
To drive me anywhere for a while.
Now go get some rest.
We have a while yet before it's time to wake up.
She whispered back to him.
Thank you. I could use a little more sleep
He said, slowly closing his eyes.
Half an hour passed.
She looked at her husband
Lying peacefully under the blanket.
She lay there looking at him, smiling,
Warmed by the closeness of him,
On the bed they had shared for over 35 years.
She drifted off for a while.
But then was woken up by a startling scream.
HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!
She quickly opened her eyes
To see what was going on.
Turning to look at her husband
She could see him lying on his stomach,
Head turned to the wall,
His left hand hanging off the bed.
She shook her husband,
Telling him to wake up,
Asking him what was the matter,
But there was no response.
She got up off the bed
And went to stand at his bedside.
His eyes were closed.
His breath on mute.
She touched his hand,
Felt for his pulse,
But felt nothing.
She started to sob.
And through the tears she heard him whisper
It's time for you learn how to drive.
Why after all these years did he tell her this?
Perhaps deep inside
He felt that his end was coming.
© 2012 Lena Kovadlo
This poem is included in the poetry book A Crimson Tide.
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|Reviewed by Roger Wayne Eberle
|Never an easy way to say goodbye, and yet this delicate poem exudes experience and compassion... with faith a tie that seems severed is really knotted closer and tighter than ever before... and I don't mean mere memories... a fact your poem so poignantly portrays... thank you so much for this loving portrait of a dear loved one's passing...
Thank you, Lena.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|a sad scenario occurring much too many times ...
good atmosphere applied to character and event ...
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|They are right. This is intense but I don't understand what happened. I must be stupid. It's about death. I hate death. So I don't get it. Love and best wishes to you, Lena...
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
A very intense revalation, he cared more for her than he oncoming demise.
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Wow! That was an intense. Death can be. I like the idea of a premonition. Reminds me of when my aunt put her husband in a veterans' home. They never had a car, but she learned how at 55, bought a car and started driving.