Although you left me quick, and really far too soon,
Really all I do is stare, at the stars and the moon.
To not have you here, sitting with me in the car,
Hoping you're the one I see, that big brightest star.
Until we meet again, I don't know when that'll be,
Right now you're in my heart, deep inside of me.
God's the only one who knows, when we leave this realm,
Right now He's steering the ship, and standing at the helm.
Although I miss you so, and I have yet to grieve,
Hopeless that you're gone, yet you did not leave.
As I don't know His plans, the one He has for me,
Make sure He lets you know, in my heart forever be.
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Author:
Edward Charles McDevitt (
Offline) - Published: October 7th, 2019 13:21
- Comment from author about the poem: The reason for this poem is obvious. I lost my husband in July. He was diagnosed on the 8th and admitted to the hospital. The tests confirmed my deepest fears. When the Doctor came into the room, he walked around the bed, rubbed my shoulder and handed me a tissue. A tissue? That's when he told us that Soupie had small cell lung cancer (The worst you can get) and a tumor in the left lobe of his brain, causing it to swell. They transferred him to another hospital that had a Neurological ICU and was there for three days. He wanted to go home. I told him to give me an hour. I came home and called hospice and they said they would meet with us at our home. I called the hospital and told them I was coming to pick him up and have him ready to go. When I arrived, they hadn't done a thing. Needless to say, we got out of there quite quick as I told them hospice was waiting for us. His second week home, he became paralyzed on the right side of his body and could no longer walk (We found that out the hard way by him falling all over the place and knocking things over. He was grounded to the couch. The third week, his communication skills were of little use. That is the week my Mother passed away on the 22nd. Due to taking care of Soupie, I was not able to attend the calling hours or funeral. His final week was horrendous. On morphine every 2 hours or sooner if needed. The last two days, he was comatose. (A Blessing, and yet not). 6 o'clock Sunday morning he passed away. 20 day after his original diagnosis. I never want to experience anything like that again. Especially it being someone you love. We were together almost 40 years and they were the best of my life. Thanks for reading. It helped me a little by writing this poem and I cry a little more every day. I haven't started going through his things as that would mean that everything I had hoped for was for naught. It will be a finality of his passing.
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He will still be with you in your heart, your love is so strong that all will be well in time.
Wow. Thanks Goldfinch.. It's been quite a while for me being on this site. I've been going through so much since May of last year. It was dealing with my siblings and Mother. With my Mother's dementia, they took advantage of her financially and manipulations. We head to court soon. Some of my earlier poems had to do with my siblings not being there to help me with Mom but, when her memory started going - BOOM - They were right there. They even had her change her will 3 times. With dementia??? C'mon now.. BS.
Another fine tribute Edward.
You always say the kindest things!
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