Grief Poem

My sister, Brenda, was my best friend and I loved her with my whole heart. She died suddenly at age 50 from a blood clot caused by emergency surgery that she should have never had to undergo. She died 3 days after my birthday on 11/09/2007 and I found her when I went to change her bandages. The shock and grief was unbearable at times, and I cried everyday the first year afterwards. I miss her and think of her every day. Poetry helped me and I hope my poem helps others.

Seasons Of Grief

© Belinda Stotler
Shall I wither and fall like an autumn leaf,
From this deep sorrow Ė from this painful grief?
How can I go on or find a way to be strong?
Will I ever again enjoy lifeís sweet song?

Sometimes a warm memory sheds light in the dark
And eases the pain like the song of a Meadow Lark.
Then it flits away on silent wings and Iím alone;
Hungering for more of the light it had shone.

Shall griefís bitter cold sadness consume me,
Like a winter storm on the vast angry sea?
How can I fill the void and deep desperate need
To replant my heart with hopeís lovely seed?

Then I look at a photo of your playful smiling face
And for a moment I escape to a serene happy place;
Remembering the laughter and all you would do,
Cherishing the honest, caring, loving spirit of you.

Shall springís cheerful flowers bring life anew
And allow me to forget the agony of missing you?
Will springís burst of new life bring fresh hope
And teach my grieving soul how to cope?

Sometimes Iíll read a treasured card you had given me
And each wordís special meaning makes me see,
The precious gift of love I was fortunate to receive,
And I realize youíd never want to see me grieve.

Shall summerís warm brilliant sun bring new light,
And free my anguished mind of its terrible plight?
Will its gentle breezes chase griefís dark clouds away,
And show me a clear path towards a better day?

When I visit the grave where you lie in eternal peace,
I know that death and heaven brought you release;
I try to envision your joy on that shore across the sea,
And, until I join you, thatíll have to be enough for me.

For all the remaining seasons of my life on earth,
Thereíll be days Iíll miss your merriment and mirth,
And sometimes Iíll sadly long for all the yesterdays;
Missing our chats and your gentle understanding ways.

Yet, the lessons of kindness and love you taught me,
And the good things in life youíve helped me to see;
Linger as lasting gifts that comfort and will sustain,
Until I journey to that peaceful shore and see you again.

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Published: Feb 2012

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  • Where do I start? I knew my husband was a good man when I picked him up for the first time at his mother's house. Here was a man helping her with house work. I sat there while he finished and said to myself "this is the one" After six months of dating and 6 months of living together we were married. Every day was like a perfect summer day. He fulfilled my every need. Then the summer sun stopped shining. I was in a near fatal car accident and shortly after that he became sick from his diabetes, which he battled for years. We both ended up in a nursing home. I remember the day I had to make the decision to let him live like a vegetable and in pain. That was the day I will not forget when I had to make decision to let him go. My heart aches everyday, but, it was the best 22 years of my life. For myself I have been in and out of nursing homes for years.

    Linda Harris Submitted May 2012
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