When All you Have are Memories by Anne Peterson You sit alone with memories, from when they slipped away. You wake with little energy to make it through each day. Your loss is overwhelming, the pain is so surreal, You never knew it possible, to feel the way you feel. The world keeps spinning all
Your Journey Grief is a very long journey a journey you take on your own. And no one can know all the sorrow you feel; for it is your sorrow alone. Grief is an awful intruder; it comes and it stays night and day. And no one can look at the way that you grieve, and then
If Only I thought of you today not fleeting snapshots, but long reflections. Clear pictures in my memory, stored in baggies to keep them safe. Your dwindling voice fades like a sunset, barely there. I thought of you today as I wiped away tears, that come unannounced. The day you disappeared, the day he said
Editor’s Note: this is a poem by Bette Korman, artist, author, poet, museum director, and spiritual entrepreneur. Although it does not directly reference grieving for loved one, it will resonate for widows and widowers of a certain age. “ Old Age”………. patterns that fall apart and can’t be sewn back together because the fabric has
How Will I Breathe? Where did he go, this brother of mine? Strong with his opinions, his voice, his presence. In his place, a mere shadow, not even a good likeness. And yet, when I look deeply into weary eyes, I see the one who shared my life for all my life.