The Widow's Walk
A poem for a widow.
Death takes away the most precious loves in our life. We are never the same again.
The widow's walk is poem of grief.
The widow’s walk is a solitary existence.
Love remains as the heart’s persistence.
Everyone says that time will heal.
It’s hard to believe in this utter appeal.
Feeling lost and all alone
Sobbing the tears of which I moan
Thinking of our life, how much I cared.
Standing alone at the bedside we shared.
Tender heart yelling in brutal defeat
Until the moment we finally meet.
Walking in the Shadows
Length of days is taking too long,
When we can dance to our favorite song
Awake and watchful over sleep that I fight.
Missing the summers and long winter nights
Your memory grows stronger with each passing day.
In heartache and grief my bones are in decay.
I spray your favorite, angel perfume
To remove the sting caused by this vacuum.
If I allow myself to sleep in order to dream
I see your smiling face in the bright sun beams.
Such blessings can be found in the darkest of hours.
Impressing fine memories of that which was ours
A smell ignites a dry, vivid memory
When you had prepared a breakfast for me
My beloved entered into death’s door
But my love remains all forever more
A legacy left by our love’s cherished history