My Sleeping Beauty Poem by GJG Elton

This poem is about a beautiful young woman, with the name of Anita Maria Lopez. Over the past few years, I have written 100's of poems about and for Anita. Many were published here on PoemHunter, the others, well..., they still await their unveiling.

I have known this young woman for more than four decades and she epitomizes the true meaning of the perfect woman. Having just turned 60, I know she would argue endlessly that I am delusional, yet I contend she still retains all the charm, wit, grace and beauty of her younger days. A verse from another poem about Anita that I wrote a couple of years ago...

Much time, has passed, since that photo was taken.
She's lovelier today, her beauty, unshaken.
Tomorrow the same, and for many to come,
And though she complains, I remain mum,
‘Cause decades ago, was when I first succumbed.

Anita still has the zest for life of a woman in her 50's, the body of a woman in her 40's, the passion and lust of a woman in her 30's and the spirit for adventure and wild-eyed innocence of a woman that just turned 20; as I said, the perfect woman, and a damn good kisser too. During my travels over the years, I have met many women, and not a single woman, not one..., is a match for the mystique and singularity of this woman; a loving, caring, intelligent, creative, witty, charming, sensual, beautiful, lustful woman. That's my Anita.

I wrote this poem about her because she suddenly became unconscious and was rushed to the hospital, where she has been, coma like, for days. The little news I receive about her condition leaves me physically ill and in pain, soul crushing pain. I am more frightened now than at any moment during my entire life; and I have lived through some terrifying moments.

I hope what is now only a possibility does not become reality; she is far too young to pass on. She still has so much to experience, to share, to LIVE! The universe and life in general still owes her so much, and I want…, no, need her here to collect on that debt.

She is the type of woman that the measure of her life is not about what she had done, but the possibility of what she could have achieved had she been given half a chance.

She is, and forever will be, my Morning Sunshine..., my Princess..., my Pineyrican...

I needed to vent, so thank you for listening to the ramblings of a crazy old man like myself.

Update #1:

A number of readers of this poem sent me emails asking about Anita's condition. I am thrilled to report that she is awake. Although the future is not set, she improves day by day.

Update #2:
Anita continues to improve and day by day I can 'feel' her improvements through her texting. The future looks promising.

Update #3:
It's been more than a month since my last update and for those that have asked about Anita's condition, I can say that, while she has a way to go before complete and total recovery, the doctors are releasing her next week.

Update #4
It's been just over a month since Anita was released from the hospital and she is recovering comfortably at home. She's back to her usual home duties and daily exercise routine, and just recently returned to Facebook. All in all, I think she's on her way to a complete recovery. While complete recovery will not happen overnight, I do see it in her future.

I want to thank all those strangers out there that expressed an interest and offered their well wishes. I know that I appreciate the concerns, and Anita appreciates them even more. To her, the outpouring of support from complete strangers is overwhelming.