Wife Death Poem

I was down tonight thinking of my wife who passed away in April 2011. I decided to try writing something out and I guess just want feedback from people that know poetry on what you think

Missing My Wife

© Ryan
When I try to take a break
and relax in my busy life
my heart it does ache
and all I think is how I miss my wife

It hurts me so bad
all this pain inside
thinking of the love we had
and the tears I have cried

I think of the places that we went to
how I love you with all my heart
and all the things we didn’t get to do
but most of all how we have been torn apart

I miss you so
and love you still
I did not want to let you go
but I tell myself it was Gods will

Every day I see things you done
it is lonely without you here
I try to be strong for our wonderful son
but all I can do is drink another beer

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Published: Dec 2011

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  • I just read your poem. Lost my wife in Feb., 2011 just a few months before you. I had a bit of heartache reading it... I get it, We are spreading her ashes this Sun., at her childhood cabin; it's been too painful for my daughters and her parents till this point. Sitting here crying now thinking of you. My wife was a beautiful blonde contradiction; she lived life to the fullest, but she struggled; when she died, it was quick, painful and final. I miss her every day, and I don't know about you, but I keep looking for signs... I just want to know she's OK? Is that nuts?? I don't care. That's what bothers me the most! I took care of her for 30 years, and it's hard to stop feeling that. Looking forward to a time when I can stop feeling that pain,

    Rick, Wisconsin Submitted 8/10/2012
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