Death Is Not The End
The enduring smile my husband left this world with is the image that constantly appears in my flashbacks. The house was eerily quiet then, yet when I revisit that earth-shattering moment of my life, I often hear Beethoven's 'Moonlight Sonata' piano piece playing in the background. The sad music gives my distraught heart an emotional ride, subsequently transporting me back to the present day. Death can't be stopped, but life does go on.
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- Posted on 10/05/19
in Husband Death Poems
Death doesn't wander in randomly,
The executor in a shroud;
It acts without fear or favour,
To instigate pain under dusky cloud.
Death doesn't wander in randomly,
The executor in a shroud;
It acts without fear or favour,
To instigate pain under dusky cloud.
It took the love of my life,
Along with half of my heart;
Before he could mouth final words,
My love had to resign and depart.
I slotted back the rest of my broken heart,
Then perused the message he tried to utter;
Was my love telling me not to weep?
Or promising me to wait on the other side?
His smile imprinted in my head,
My love's body is absent and dead;
Treasured memories of his kindness,
Render it useless to decipher what he said.
Death has fulfilled its duty,
Triumphed over destroyed intimacy;
Lonely life is like sunset without fire,
Slain heart with no flame to aspire.
But my love hasn't vanished with Death,
His influences wield and remain fresh:
Even the moment he passed away,
Is historic for me to commemorate.
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