The Night My Husband Died
Widowed at only thirty one, now, it's just me and my son.. I have felt so terribly alone, since Darling, you are gone, as emptiness engulfs my heart.. My spirit ached so much, to see you lying there.. No movement, no sound, no touch.. nothing I could do, frozen in fear only thinking how I needed you so much.. I would not change a thing, of what occurred that night.. My love for you was greater than grief, as you prepared to take flight.. The awful suffering you endured, was far beyond a hellish torment.. That is why I had to let you go, with my decision came content.. So, if you happen to gaze upon us, remember my Dear, all of our love.. Take comfort from the embrace of God, as you reign and run in Heaven above.. In memory of my husband.. Jeffrey D. McWhorter. Oct, 29 1965-Oct,16 2001I'd like to thank Poetic Fanatic (Tommy) for his aide in helping to re write this poem.. His experience is so very much appreciated.. Written October 10th, 2001 © on Oct 10 2001 02:23 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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