"The Sculptor"

I see him everyday from my window, “The Sculptor.”

 

Some say he’s a little indifferent and that perhaps he may have even gone a bit mad.

But myself, I still view him as a talented artist, a man who’s become heartbroken, distraught and often distant and very, very sad.

 

He seldom leaves his work of art as he prays it will help him transcend

as he chisels away on it, for hours upon hours without end.

 

He stands there before it, slowly creating his new masterpiece

which stands before the bay window in his home.

Because of this it seems he hardly ever notices his own children now,

which seem to be left abandoned, neglected and alone.

 

Today I heard the Sculptor from my open window as I merrily passed it by,

it was the familiar bellowing sounds of the Sculptor’s heartbreaking cry.

 

So I stopped abruptly at my window to take a closer look inside,

it was then I seen him drop to his knees and begin to weep,

shaking his angry clinched fist upward to the sky…

“Oh my God why, how could you take her from me, why did she have to die”? 

She was my best friend and my beautiful and beloved wife,

our children’s mother, my one true best friend and the very love of my life.

 

His creation was now complete, as I saw this breathtaking statue that he created in the exact image of her when I then noticed small clay teardrops from her eyes

and a sad frown that he had carefully molded upon her face.

The image of the wonderful woman I once remembered always smiling,

was now sadly created without any such trace.

 

I had to take a closer look as I believed my eyes were now beginning to play tricks on me.

Could I really be seeing what it is that I had now thought to see?

Her lips that only seconds ago had wore a sad and sulking frown

were now starting to smile at him as she started to look down.

And the teardrops that were formed from the sculptor’s hardened clay,

had now miraculously disappeared as I watched her ever so gently begin to wipe them away.

 

I heard her then speak to him as her lips suddenly began to move,

“Look up at me my loving husband and always know that I will eternally be here with you

and if you take the time to notice, you will always feel me there beside you with every thing that you do!”

 

“You see, when you become restless and wish that I were still here,

you must take a closer listen to the warm wind that’s blows inside of your ear.

It is me that is whispering, “I will always love you and be with you forever

just as I am here with you now,

just as I promised you on that very special day when we both exchanged our vows.”

 

“And at night when you look up and see all the stars twinkling from above,

it is me that you will see blinking brightest, as I am sending you my love."

 

“And my darling, when the children look at you with weary and troubled eyes

which are longing for your affection, needing your attention,

as they wear the look of sadness on their face

it is then when you will need you to hug them most

as in them it is also part of me that you will furthermore embrace”.

 

“And when the leaves begin to change and the new and beautiful colors will begin set in,

it is me that is showing you that I know you still love me

but it is time for you to accept what has become of me

and also for you to allow for yourself a new life to begin”.

 

“Always remember these things my dear as it is now time for me to go,

I will no longer speak to you through this cement figure that you created

with your sweat, tears and love,

as I will always be watching over you along with all the heavenly stars that twinkle from above”.

“Remember to always listen for me speaking to you when the warm wind blows.

 

And always give our children all the love that you have given to me,

and when you do you’ll know that you

are forever changing all your lives like the beautiful new colors of the changing leaves on a tree”.

 

“ And someday you may find someone new

who will always be there to love and care for you

 and that is good,

 because as you should, as my final wish is this… 

 

"Know that no matter what you do

that I’ll always be with you

and that you will always be my very best of friend,

my loving and faithful husband who has always loved me till the very end.

Our children’s wonderful father, and the very love of my past life

as I was ever so blessed to have been, the worlds luckiest wife”!

 

The sculptor came up from off his knees and now stood up straight and tall,

he proudly embraced his masterpiece

and then placed her safely back up against the living room wall.

 

A smile came on his face when he noticed me looking in at him

and he then smiled directly back at me.

Then he winked, which made me think,

if I had seen and heard the same as he?

 

I still pass by my window every single daybut I never feel the need to look in.

As I know it’s true because I no longer see the her image that he created from his heart in clay.

Instead I hear the beautiful sounds of laughter from within, it’s the father,

“The Sculptor” and his children joyfully at play…

those same beautiful and joyous sounds that I hear now with each and every passing day!

Reviews

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My God this is so wonderful,yes he was taken with great grief ,that he he cried himself out ,God ,he said why took her away from me soon,with great love he imaged her the same way he remembered her with a tear in her eyes,she heard his cries and her heart softened to his yelling and answered him ,i will always be by your side dear loveble husband ,feel no sad i will always be by your side, take care of your self and my dear children ,they are part of me ,i will always look up you from above ,i will always be here for you ,what great imagination,and lovely words i loved them all ,great talent really i see here,i enjoyed every word here

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Janice,"The Sculptor" is an excellent read, but it doesn't come across as a poem, but rather a marvelous story. Well done, and welcome to WritersCafe. Holly