I wrote this poem after texting my husband to pick up some milk. It occurred to me that there are relationships everywhere that at some point one will send this message to the other. I then reflected on what that request meant to me in my relationship and realised it’s depth. Hidden in this mundane communication between two people was the loving support of a husband to a wife living with M.E.
I hope for others with M.E, chronic illnesses and carers alike that this resonates and is helpful.
Can you pick up milk, I text you this morning
As you pick up my arms and lift me when I lose my hold,
And you walk each day to work (that it won’t let me do) without
Fear of it hitting during an important deadline
That only the steadfast and consistent can achieve.
Can you make dinner tonight, after being up since six
As you make my life that much easier (when it has me in its grip)
And I can switch on the oven and make you some tea, one sweetener,
And offer my ears whilst you tell me your day
As the days of secured success are behind me.
Can you tell them I’m sorry I can’t come now
As you play dutiful ambassador (to inevitable disappointment)
Explaining my absence at our friends parties
When it flykicks our plans for the uncountable time
As I lie there remembering all our dances.
Can they understand what you do, for M.E
As I know this was never in your repetoire
To play carer to the one who was vibrant at first
When it hit, it hit us too (and life ever changed)
And you kept me going, throughout the every day.
One day I will pick up the milk, make dinner and dance at parties
One day I will care and hold your arms in mine
As we walk along together, (when it no longer hits)
Remembering your work was of every moment
Giving us the life we could choose to make.
For the roots to my branches
My beloved husband DS 🙏💖💫