Little Glory

It's 1am, I have clinical starting in 4 hours, and I am just not in the mood. This poem I wrote 6 months ago comes from some the my own experiences and those I see at work in the ER. Please rate and comment. I hope to make this into a movie at some point, so please don't steal.


Let me tell you a story without glamour or glory of a life from my past
That through twists and turns of fate so stern left to me a love to last.
It is with great reservation and ardent hesitation that I so intimately disclose
The stripped inner working of temptations clever lurking to mislead and happiness pose.
The old standings hold, a truth so bold like the tears that follow a song
That no matter the care or how often your there, you dont know what youve got til its gone.

It was late one night I was hoping that I might be lucky to find a mate
Whose company would bestow me strength to throw this arduous, melancholy weight.
Then came the recession of my persistent depression that once pinned me to the ground
When I laid my eyes on this glorious prize, not stolen or won, but found.
Her name was Tara, and with no lady fairer had I spent a moment in conversation before
Yet tonight we expounded of topics compounded with faith and politics, and movies and more.
One thing led to another, then came the meeting of her mother who was intimidating and stern to boot
but she wasnt that bad when I later met her dad who promised if it broke his daughters heart to shoot.
But we all got along, and now we all belong to the same family by birth and name
For I decided then that until our stories end that our lives and journeys would be the same.

Then soon she was with child, which of course sent me wild with excitement and love and glee
That any time now with hands folded and head bowed my wife would give the world a little me.
We did all we should, we did all we could to stay healthy and do right by our baby
Never taking any chances unless you count happenstances predicted only by if and maybe.

Then came the day when I heard her say rather excited as she collapsed with a thud
Baby its happening, this time its happening but should there be that much blood?
I raced to her aide, gathered her and made an exit like a rocket set to burn
For the sight of my girl who brought joy into my world, limp and flushed was my only concern.
I turned left then right then left again now straight and hit the gas
She doesnt look good and by her moans understood the urgency of what was to pass.

At the hospital they take and of her situation make what looks like circus or a feeding
As dozens of people with skills unequalled try their best to stop the bleeding.
The screams and beeps like insects creep into my mind to tell the story
Of how my wife that night gave her life to leave behind this little glory.

Now I hold in my hands as others around me stand to support with chair and glove
As I come to realize that this is my prize, the one who killed my love.
I hold in my arms in this maze of alarms a piece of the heaven I used to know,
When things made sense, thats now past tense as into the future I go.
My greatest love gave me my greatest joy and in doing so lost her way
As she brought to this world a beautiful little girl, she went with god, as they say.
Now here juxtaposed in this baby composed, a conflict in me starts to swell,
For in her delivery I lost half my story, her birth was a murder as well.

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[NZDEBUK]

what is clinical?

[fromtheshell]

for nursing school, we have class at a hospital, our clinical experience

[ArnnelMalcolm]

this is beautiful

i really like this

well done

[annamcnarin]

I've been meaning to sit down and comment, and I finally have the time to do so. It's intelligently crafted starting off lightly pulling you into another place, into another person, and once there, you're firmly planted; the safety bar is lowered and you're off. Every turn invokes another emotion, another smile, sympathy, you are the person until the bittersweet end. It's love and sadness, and it's beautiful. It's disconcerting that you used the name Tara, knowing it's your fiancee's, though.