for my late husband terry
and my obi


Three

She visits
The stone
That is owned -
Placed at some insistence-
Knowing he's not there.
No plaque could name him
To her
They agree.

He is alive with her
Today
Three million miles away.

He is massaging her knees.

He is there
With her new love
Smiling in her face.

For a thousand years
She was always wandering
In some kind of disgrace...
Finally
He will let it happen
He will let his love for her
Continue.
He knows this man
Is his man
For her.

He can see the strength
Of her thinking...
He bows
To three kinds of love.









Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-10-08 at 07:30

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NicholasG
This should be required reading for anyone who has lost a loved one dear Linda. Bravo! Bookmarked and saved for posterity!
Nick
2009-10-08