This is a poem I wrote on May 8th 2018.
Museum
I dreamt of her serenity
I gently held her frailty
I whispered calmly
words of love and grace
unable to fathom
her living museum
Ivor Steven (c) May 2018
G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 4 years, and writing poems for 20 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I’ve been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems. View all posts by ivor20
Go Dog Go Café 
Such emotional depth in a few lines
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Yep .. they were emotional times ..
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💖💖👏
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Thank you Cindy 🌏😊💕
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Reblogged this on Ivor.Plumber/Poet and commented:
Over at Go Dog Go Cafe’s, Throwback Friday segment, I posted my poem “Museum”
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Another touching poem, Ivor. ♥️
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Thank you Barbara 🤗🌏
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♥️🙏🌹💐🥰
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Heart-touching…also so powerful and so beautiful. She knew the depth of your love.
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(((HUGS)))
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Thank you Carolyn .. yes a love poem about those final tender months 💕😊🌏💙
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Beautiful and touching. 🙂
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Tender and powerful.
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Thank you Sadhna
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