Wife Death Poem

The Crushing Grief After The Passing Of My Wife

My beautiful, loving wife passed recently. I am the one who found her in our bed. All our hopes and dreams are gone. I weep for her life unlived and our grandchildren who will have no memory of her. She was only 57. I thought we had more time. I struggle every day, but somehow poetry keeps me going. I've written many poems about my grief. I think this one describes it best.

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I lost the love of my life suddenly on December 2, 2020. A simple medical procedure evolved into a failed heart. What a horrific end to a miserable year!! After two failed marriages, I had...

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No Comfort

Published by Family Friend Poems February 2021 with permission of the Author.

I sit and wait as the time goes by,
unable to find any escape from grief.
I glance at the clock only to find
many hours to go before relief.

The comforts I seek from emotions so stark
that I hope to find in the arms of sleep
seem to elude my frantic grasp in the dark,
and my only choice is to wait and weep.

The crushing weight of being alone
is only lifted when my slumber comes,
and even then, my subconscious groans
as even my dreams realize she is gone.

So this is my life, day and night,
always laden with the heavy sadness.
There is no way my heart will ever be right,
and my mind sinks ever more into madness.

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