Husband Death Poem

Learning To Live Without My Love

After my husband died I returned once more to a holiday destination we had both loved and visited frequently.

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Hi Ann, like you I also lost my soulmate, I still feel her presence today, I do believe they are looking over us, God bless you.

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I Walk Alone

Ann D. Stevenson © more by Ann D. Stevenson

Published by Family Friend Poems February 25, 2025 with permission of the Author.

A shadow walks beside meĀ 
in the rising rays
of the sun
I turn a corner
the shadow has gone
I walk on
alone.

Up in the hills
on a well-worn track
I see mists begin to lift
from calm seas
and beloved shores
we had known
before.

I breathe in aromas
of healing herbs
as they waft
and linger on
a reminder of how
his scent remained
long after he had gone.

I feel the warmth
of familiar paths
chirrups of crickets
begin to rise
a butterfly emerges
into the light
spreads its wings
and flies.

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ABOUT THE POET:

Ann D. Stevenson only began writing after she retired, when she joined a Writing for Well-Being course. It was during a difficult time, as her husband had been diagnosed with terminal cancer. She found writing very therapeutic, more especially poetry. It was a real boost to her morale when Family Friend Poems began publishing her poems.
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Hi Ann, like you I also lost my soulmate, I still feel her presence today, I do believe they are looking over us, God bless you.

I lost my wife in 2015 unexpectedly. She lingered for a week and then I had to make a hard decision. It is really an indescribable feeling and I have never found a word suitable to describe it. Nothing is the same after, even the most fundamental daily activities can seem pointless. Your poem captures some of these feelings in me very well.

Outstanding work Ann. So much can be taken from this. After losing loved ones, one of the toughest things to do is revisit old surroundings. I have yet gained the courage to do so, some day I will. Your poetry expresses all stages one goes threw, in times of grief, and is helpful to so many.

Oh Sylvia, your comments mean so much. You have such deep understanding of what I was trying to convey. Thank you so much.

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