General Poetry posted September 10, 2024


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The sad account of my wife's death

A Healing Rain

by nomi338

 

One night I lay down beside my wife

During that night she surrendered her life

When I awoke, I cried out, “Oh God please no!”

A calm voice said, “Son you must let her go.”

 

We were together as man and wife for 51 years

I’m going to need a large towel to dry the tears

Family gathers around trying to ease the pain

My tears keep falling, like a healing rain

 

Though it will be hard for me to do it,

I know that somehow, I will get through it

So, pray for me to remain strong

And I will try my best to do no wrong

 

I am convinced that one day we’ll meet again

At the time reserved for the resurrection

After I have hugged her and I have kissed her

I will tell her how much the family and I missed her

 

We’ll face the future together,

Vowing to never again be apart

It will be a grand reunion

Of the spirit and the heart.




Poem of the Month contest entry

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September
2024


One of my dear friends (Debi Pick Marquette) and so many other dear friends here at FanStory have started and contributed to a book in memory of this saddest event to happen to me ever, the death of my dear wife, Yvonne Miller. My appreciation of this kind gesture, knows no bounds. I myself had written a poem about how I felt and how her death affected me. You might wonder how I could do it. I am a writer, and I wanted to capture on paper how I felt at the time, so that I could at a later date and time see how I felt. You see, I anticipate a day when the details will be cloudy and hard to remember.
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