Husband Death Poem

Missing My Other Half

A slightly lighthearted approach to bereavement. It's a mystery why I miss him so much, as we were both very different people, but after all the years together he had quite literally become the other half of me.

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I hope and pray you do indeed get at least 50 years with your other half. Thank you for your lovely comment about my writing. It means a great deal. Very best wishes, Ann.

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My Other Half

Ann D. Stevenson © more by Ann D. Stevenson

Published by Family Friend Poems February 21, 2024 with permission of the Author.

Together for over fifty years,
times of laughter and of tears.
I fell in love with all his charms,
could dance forever in his arms.

Except he didn't dance.

He preferred to ride a horse
I'd only ride if I was forced.
He loved dogs - I must confess
I thought they made a lot of mess.

We always had a dog.

I love people and talking,
he would rather be walking.
I like to paint and write,
he felt that was alright.

But he would rather read.

He liked to ski,
that was not for me.
I like to shop,
he definitely did not.

We both had fun in the sun.

It was not a perfect match,
but he was quite a catch,
and now that he is here no more
I feel stranded on an empty shore.

Half of me has gone.

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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 recently been diagnosed with cancer. She discovered that she really enjoyed writing, especially poetry. It was a real boost to her morale when Family Friend Poems began publishing her poems....

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I hope and pray you do indeed get at least 50 years with your other half.
Thank you for your lovely comment about my writing. It means a great deal. Very best wishes, Ann.

Oh Ann, So simplistic but so powerful. Your words, so genuinely felt, made my heart ache. I tend to ramble on trying to get my feelings across and not being able to explain my self without bombarding the reader with words. But you have the talent to reveal your deepest pain to us in a handful of words. When I read the very last verse, I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. You so easily used your words to slowly reveal the honest depth of your pain. Life can be beautiful but yet so unbearably cruel. How wonderful to have the gift of true, abiding love with someone, to know them inside out, to grow through your differences as people and have the most beautiful connection as human beings, a connection that turns 2 hearts into one. But my God, to lose that half of yourself, to almost be half dead, I can't even fathom that kind of pain. Thank you for making the rest of us privy to your broken heart with your words and then give that gift to us.

Patricia, you are always so kind and understanding - your comments mean a great deal to me.

Ann:
I love everything you write! Thanks for continuing to share your life and loss with us in such a lighthearted and beautiful way. I can only hope and pray for at least fifty years with "my other half."

Best,
Doug

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