A reblog for dVerse: Today I feel especially missing him. I loved most about him was
he let me be me.
I noticed on dVerse that one was invited to share a poem, just any poem, so I choose this one of which is a repeat of this past February 23.
Today I feel more conversant with the memory of my husbands last days than usual, so I wrote a poem. Although I may not be considered a poet, I still feel conversant with his memory.
A MEMORY afraid to forget
Some die soft and others die-hard.
You left me with a heart scarred.
His Will was to call you home
His Will left me all alone.
Your words to me were bravely spoken
Today I understand the words foretoken.
“It’s Gods Will,” you said over and over.
“Please lend me a prayer,” and moreover;
“What did our priest just say to me?”
Words I just couldn’t foresee.
“Our children will now care for you,”
He knew they would follow through.
Now that it’s been five long years
What I do best are shedding tears.
I Believe, BECAUSE - 
My sympathy to you…tears are a cleansing grief. Thank God for your children.
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I echo Mish’s comment as she writes the words that I would have chosen.
Tears are a release and truly an expression of love.
I send hugs to you.
Anna
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Thank you for sharing your precious memories. I’m so sorry for your loss. Tears have no timeline and are expressions of love.
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The sorrow comes and goes, some days are so much harder than other, the reblog in itself is a reminder of that.
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Such a fragile poem! I feel the soft, tender wounds of your heart, submitting with your tears. Thank you for sharing.
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How sad!
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