Wife Death Poem

Poem About Remembered Feelings And Choices

My wife recently died, and I had been searching for a poem to explain how I felt. No poem seemed to associate with the five senses, which is what I missed, but more with memories of which I had lots, so I realized that I would have to write one myself. In addition, whilst my wife was ill, she bought some wall art blocks which the last sentence of my poem paraphrases - it seemed appropriate that she completed the ending for me.

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I lost my wife on my birthday this past January. She was in ICU for 3 months, and I didn't expect to lose her. We were married for 28 years and had been together for 32 years. I spent those...

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Published: March 2015

Remember all those happy days, those times she called our own
In all those well-loved places where you now grieve alone.
And those small endearing gestures, which you thought you knew so well,
Are fading, as time passes, with her words, her kiss, her smell.
But then there is that moment, that time within the day,
When you feel she is beside you in that old familiar way.
But as you turn to see her smile or receive a tender touch,
There's only a dark shadow of the one you loved so much.
And tears begin to fall in that hole of deep despair,
And memories overwhelm you - more than your heart can bear.
As you remember her gentle grace and her love so soft but strong,
Your heart will simply miss a beat as you miss her life, her song.
You want to rewind the clock and say how much you care;
You want to silence the talk that she's not there to share.
But you smile and chat amiably to family and friends
And hope they do not notice your world is at an end.
But she knows that you will carry on because she told you true
That if she had to choose again, she would still choose you.



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  • by Gary Boyce
  • 1 month ago

This was so awesome. I cried all the way through as it was very easily my own words and thoughts as well. My wife of 37 years of marriage and 44 years of true love was stolen from me 3 months ago by hideous stage 4 lung into brain cancer. It was a total shock; nobody saw it coming. She was only 62 (I'm 64) and we had just retired. Now I walk in this empty haze/daze every day. I walk through our house (no longer a home) calling out to her - asking where she is, how do you feel, are you OK? To empty echoes of my own voice. WE were ALL we both had. Oh sure, we had 4 grown children and 2 grandchildren, but every day we looked for each other every morning on that bed. I never felt good till I would look across and see her sleeping in comfort while I got ready for work all those years. Now as we retired we could finally get up together. But NOW after we were robbed, I dread getting up! This life is empty and I await my return to her. She was all I ever needed as I was to her. Gone, all gone!

  • by Jon Ignatius
  • 1 year ago

I lost my wife on my birthday this past January. She was in ICU for 3 months, and I didn't expect to lose her. We were married for 28 years and had been together for 32 years. I spent those final 3 months with her. I'm grateful she told me "I love you" a few hours before she hemorrhaged in the middle of the night. I had to make the heartbreaking decision to take her off life support within a few days.

The first two lines of the poem really got to me. It's been 9 months, and I wander aimlessly without her. There's really no more joy or happiness in life, only distractions to keep me occupied from one moment to the next. I go to places we called our own but fall apart. Some days when I feel strong, something, a scent, a melody or a bird, reminds me of her and I die all over again. Before she passed away, I entered her room and the scent of roses was overpowering. Perhaps it's wishful thinking, but I want to believe that somehow she's telling me that she's okay.

  • by William
  • 1 year ago

Beautiful poem. The line where you describe her love as "so soft but strong" hits home for me. I lost my wife of 30 years to cancer four years ago. I sat with her during her final hours and can remember the feeling of waking up the next day without her by my side. It was a beautiful sunny morning, the birds were singing, and the world didn't end. But I've been in limbo ever since, just going through my daily routine. I can't even consider another relationship, so I just focus on work and hope that someday I can find a way to fill the void in my heart.

  • 2 years ago

So touching. Nicely worded. Simple and real feelings expressed. Kudos.

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