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Recorded for Poem-a-Day, September 17, 2018.
About this Poem 

“My partner of many years died at home following a long illness. I wrote the poem ‘I Love You’ as a way of remembering—and making sense of—the features of that time and the language of our final interactions.”
—Jenny George

I Love You

Her eyes were mostly shut. She didn’t speak.
The sun’s slow exile crossed the wall above the bed.
 
But once, when I bent to feed her a drop
of morphine from the little plastic beak,
 
her hand shot up and gripped my arm. She looked right at me.
When she said the words, it sounded like she meant: Don't leave me.
 
From the very first, we love like this: our heads turning
toward whatever mothers us, our mouths urgent
 
for the taste of our name. 

Copyright © 2018 by Jenny George. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on September 17, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.

Copyright © 2018 by Jenny George. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on September 17, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.

Jenny George

Jenny George

Jenny George is the author of The Dream of Reason (Copper Canyon Press, 2018).