By Barbara Castle Hanson
Cape Canaveral Branch (Florida)
You are no longer suffering,
“in a better place.”
I’m glad for that.
But that place is not
with me anymore.
You have disappeared,
moved on.
My existence has been reduced
to an aching hole
somewhere in my chest,
tears carving troughs
down my cheeks,
burning knot in my throat.
There’s an empty chair in our den
where we watched movies together,
sad clothes hanging in your closet.
Gone are the conversations
about anything, everything,
no jacket on the chair back
in our kitchen.
No happy sightings
of you carefully, lovingly
winding the grandfather clock
we gave each other
on our 25th anniversary.
Saying it helps, doesnt it? Ah—the value and intrinsic rewards from poetry!!
A moving portrait of grief that does not shrink from the expression of deep emotion.
YOU PUT TO WORDS A PAIN THAT WAS TOO GREAT FOR ME TO WRITE.
Cherish all the wonderful years you shared together
Very touching and gripping essence of loss.
Emotionally powerful poem! I feel your sadness.
Powerful emotional impact. I understood so completely. It brought tears…
Very touching.