Sixty days she’d walked alone,
counting memories along the way.
She stumbled every now and then
but knew she couldn’t fall.
Her mind was full of images;
her heart was full of grief.
Too many nights alone,
many days that would not end.
Now she sits on her garden seat,
bought together one summer’s day.
Tears spilling down her cheeks
lost in a world without her Paul.
She knows her life must go on;
her mind still filled with disbelief.
With every breath it hurt,
alone, she cannot comprehend.
One day she’ll fall in love once more,
with a restored heart to give away.
For now, she lives with memories
that she cannot help recall.
His presence’s felt all around;
memories bring fruitless relief.
Worst of all, no doubt about it,
she had lost her very best friend.
Autumn leaves fall to the ground,
like her tears they do portray.
Her face stings with salty wetness—
she wipes them away it with assurance tall.
She’ll face new challenges boldly;
yet still, sorrow will not be brief.
Time will heal and life will go on,
and her mourning heart will mend.
© Chrissy Siggee – 2019
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental
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Chrissy I’d love to write a poem based on your 41-year love!!!! Would you be interested to collab? My email CreatedbyDEEsign@gmail.com
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Why not!
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Awesome. See you on gmail 😉
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Encouraging!!!!!
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Beautiful words, all so true.
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Thank you, Dawn!
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Thank you, Dawn.
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Grief and loss are always with us. What we do with them makes all the difference! Very good poem Chrissy!
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Thank you. 🙂
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You are welcome.
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So very good and true to life!
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Sure is. Thanks for reading, Valerie.
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Well said. Reminds me of sitting watching a friend ponder the memories of her son as I sit with her and wait to hear what her heart just said.
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So right
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Thank you.
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Well said.
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Thanks.
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