The Things I Do For You... Poem by Amanda Saveley

The Things I Do For You...



I should not be concerned with taking pictures of flowers.
Nor picking out flowers for my wedding that may never be.
I should be laying flowers on your grave, so cold, so cold...

I should not be thinking about my skin being soft.
Nor skin being soft on my children that may never be.
I should be holding firm your hand still, so cold, so cold...

I should not be distressed about crying once a day.
Nor take ill crying over lovers that may never be.
I should be shedding tears over your body, so cold, so cold...

I should not take care to sing so sweet and so smooth.
Nor singing to practice for others that may never be.
I should be humming near your deaf ear, so cold, so cold...

I should not wonder about kissing so carefully now.
Nor hoping to kiss as well for faces that may never be.
I should be kissing your forehead pallid, so cold, so cold...

I should not be worried about breathing tomorrow.
Nor even breathing for a future that may never be.
I should be lying in a grave deep down, so cold, so cold...

But I do.
I notice the flowers.
I worry over things vain.
I cry.
I sing.
I kiss.
I breathe.



Because that is the way you would want it.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sim Dan 08 November 2007

What comment shall I write to such an exquisite poem as this! Beautifully gifted - one feels the warm radiance of the early morning sun in the words you pen - the rising sun... amanda saveley - all the best in life - may you get to teach literature as you wish - and may all your dreams come true

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Agnes Török 01 August 2007

Oh, you truly must have suffured to be able to put what must have been the hardest of burdains to carry and the roughest of memories to put behind in seuch beautiful words. You show seuch clearity in your work, seuch inner power. It is as though you stop time and the picture you give of this very moment and of everything you feel is so real that you could see every bit of dust in the air through your sentences, feel the warmth of the sun in each syllable and hear you breathing within every letter. You take my breath away.

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