Husband Death Poem

This poem was written about the memory of my husband's funeral. I have been alone for 4 years now and am just beginning to get back to the real world. I needed to write this to deal with the grief that I was still experiencing.

A Sad Day

© Jennifer
A song plays, indicating a start of a journey.
A woman sobs loudly, mourning her husband.
One last chance to tell him all she wants,
she just stands and stares, with her tears falling.

A bugle begins to play the dreadful “Taps”.
She stays still, not sure what happens next.
A flag is presented to the grieving widow;
she grasps it and holds it close to her heart.

A man tries to tell of this man that she loved;
he doesn’t know enough to properly convey,
the way that this man touched everyone’s life.
The laughter and joy he brought to all that he met.

The ritual is over and she falls to her knees;
she can never leave him all alone in the breeze.
She tries to rise but is too weak to stand,
she’ll need a band of angels to help her through.

Three women, stoic and silent, appear at her side,
they wrap their arms around and hold her near.
They help her up and as they begin to walk,
she thinks, goodbye my love, you’re finally home.

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Published: Feb 2009

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  • My husband died a month ago, and your poem reflects exactly how I felt at his funeral. I felt so alone and bewildered, and still do.

    Kerry, Dublin Submitted Mar 2010
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