Poetry for Loss of Spouse

Carla, you paint a very real picture of your
life in Maine. Your cat sounds loving and
amusing, so welcome, during your
mourning for Ned. I've been tired lately
from the tilt-a-whirl emotions of grief:
sorrow, anger, regret, and guilt. I wrestle
with the fact, 3 & a half years later, that
Linda is never coming back--physically---
but will be in my heart forever, until I
die, and my spirit reunites with Linda's.
Glad I woke up (crashed super early), and
saw that you're still with us on GIC.
Perhaps you can attach a "LIKE" to our
posts, so we know you're still here. Thank
you. Lou

 

I am here, just a working person and getting busy in the garden... I hear you on Linda and your 3 1/2 years. I miss Ned just as much 16 moons later, feels like yesterday. Like other "younger" folks who have lost our soulmate, staring down a road that will likely be another 30 years until I can join him is daunting. Every day feels surreal and drab, no matter what beauty and great people I have around. I look forward to bedtime now - sleeping always felt like a chore to me. But now it is when I see him. The other night's dream visit was nice and long, we talked and talked. I don't recall much detail, but something about how we can still ask each other for help. Those dream visits, meditation and swimming have been key to my mental health. What has kept you going since your Linda "changed residence?"

 

Bill, that brought tears. Beautiful. Thanks karen

 

More tears for me, this is very moving. Thank you, Karen

 

Bill, are you the Songman? If so, I met you way back a year and half ago. You were one of the first people I was acquainted with and loved your music. My name is Karen go by CJPines.

 

Karen, yes he is. I joined about the last
time I saw him on here. I looked at his
info, & he's quite a musician, who's
worked with the greats. Deb said he was
one of the first people she met on GIC. Lou

 

Carla,thanks for asking. I go to places
I never went with Linda, bc they didn't
exist when she was alive. I love to go
to hear live bands, where a married
friend, my age, plays the drums , in our
local cafe. The astonishing thing is that
Linda never knew my friends. I sometimes
feel guilty that I'm enjoying myself, and
she's not here physically to join me. I
quote her funny phrases to my friends,
to keep her spirit alive. I raised a glass
( I don't drink anymore bc I got MORE
depressed) , to Linda, at a bar, as a sort of
impromptu celebration of life. I could
feel Linda smiling at me. I'm glad you
have good dreams about Ned. My
dreams about Linda were too sad, & I'd
wake up crying. I'm glad I don't have
those dreams now. I'd rather talk about her
with my friends. Lou

 

Relating 100%, Bill. Beautiful, thank you.

 

I just came across these two poems by J. M. Green.

Words seem so feeble,
in moments like these.
Life is so precious,
and death such a thief.
The death of your pain
I cannot comprehend,
but I'll stand alongside you
in darkness, my friend.
Love is a bond
that death cannot part,
Gone from your arms,
but still held in your heart.

All is not lost
when your heart
has been shattered.
All is not lost
when you feel so alone.
All is not lost
when your hope lies in tatters.
This darkness will pass
keep watching for dawn.

Hope everybody's having a peaceful day.

 

Rose, Thanks for sharing this very nice appropriate poem for our healing!!!!

 

I'm not so sure if I posted this before but just in case....

I thought of you today
but is nothing new,
I thought about you yesterday
and days before that too.
I think of you in silence
I often speak your name,
All I have are memories
and your picture in a frame
Your memory is my keepsake
with which I'll never past,
God has you in His keeping
I have you in my head.

 

"Grief, I've learned is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot fill of the suspend love gathers in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in the hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go in the hollow." - James Andersen

 

Thanks Helena. I find it so difficult to find the words to describe what I'm feeling, these poems do say it so well.

 

I have no aversion to grief
Because our tears
Honor our years
Our belief - nay, knowledge
In the power
Of love
To deny the pain
Would dishonor
How we sang
In the rain
Would wilt the flower
Discredit the power
Of the
Mourning dove
Cucurrucucu
Cucurrucucu
Cucurrucucu

 

Thank you fur sharing Lou. Music heals. As I age (Be 88 in November my eyesight is going downhill, so it's difficult to type.
I played all the brass instruments, but as I got older I became a concert prom0ter. I met a lot of wonderful musicians and many great pe0ple on the periphery of the industry. I have been blessed.

 

Yes Karen it's me. I'm surprised I'm still ar0und.
I hope you're doing OK. My eyesight is starting to fail so it's hard for me to type.
God Bless you.

 

Beautiful.