21. A Love That's Forever
I love you.
I love you too, until the casket closes.
But when your casket closes,
Where should my love then go?
I love you.
I love you too, until the casket closes.
But when your casket closes,
Where should my love then go?
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Mornings in the summer
Autumn's evening mist
Snowflakes on my window
Solitude exists
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Time heals all wounds they say,
but I have one that never goes away.
The loss of you has left a spot
deep in my heart that time forgot.
Alone in my darkness I still see your face,
sometimes your presence and your warm embrace.
I look 'round the house; it's calling your name,
but nothing I see here quite feels the same.
I left a simple rose today.
I laid it down upon your grave.
Then memories came rushing - from the past,
of our lives together; we said it would last.
These days, that moment haunts me,
That first moment we met.
You were a vision from the heavens
That I never would forget.
Oh Ann, my heart goes out to you. I can only imagine the pain you must be in. Having a lifelong love is such a blessing but watching them be sick would be a torture. I feel stupid trying to...
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.
Hi Alan
Yes, we have very similar stories. I too had been married for 58 years. Like you, I have also done a creative writing course since retirement. I very much look forward to...
Today marks three months since you've gone,
And each day, the weight of your absence lingers on.
I tremble with sorrow, my body aches,
Hi Ann,
Thank you so much for reaching out and sharing your experience. I'm so sorry for your loss--it's incredibly hard to carry on, isn't it? Losing our husbands after so many years...
I don't want this house,
this emptiness in the air,
this quiet despair.
Yes, I know exactly how you feel - I'm sure a number of others will too. Sadly the joy has gone out of Christmas for many of us.
You're not here
For me to see
My heart longs for
The day to be
(He used to wind them
once a week.)
A dark oak clock
Thank you, James. As you know, all comments are welcome and mean a great deal. All the best, Ann.
I tell myself I need
to take baby steps
beginning with his shoes.
Plastic bag in hand I enter the closet
Luann:
First of all I'm so sorry for the loss of your life partner. I can only imagine how difficult that would be! I do have to tell you that very few poems have transported me to a scene...
Famous Poem
A loose limb hangs upon a pine three log-lengths from the ground,
A norway tumbles with a whine and shakes the woods around.
The loose limb plunges from its place and zigzags down below;
And Jack is lying on his face—there's red upon the snow.