Her Love.
Winter does not aid our pain, like threshed
meadows we lie
exposed to that empty day when she had
to go on her way
leaving behind such heart-break.
Yet her love has not let us cry as quenched
need knows she rests
and with bursts of winter-sad tears when
her name we repeat
happy mem'ries follow grief's pain.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written a while back after losing a family member.
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Comments8
Sad words of loss and adjustment as the onset of winter seems to take away the vibrance and colour of life all around with it's relentless bone chilling reminder of how frail life can be.
Thank you for the kind comment dear Dusk - winter always seems cold as reminder of sick loved ones who knew it was their time to go.
Winter and death.... maybe the best time to die so that the joy of summer sunshine doesn't make mockery of the end of life....it seems so appropriate to lie down in the peace of winter fields.....
Yes dear Lorna sad but true that cold winter sees lots of death for one reason or other - - thank you so much for your thoughtful comment.
'Yet her love
has not let us cry,
as quenched need
knows she rests'..
love your wording of implied strength, in these words
necessary, to overcome the inevitable strife
we accumulate, in life..
(sorry for your loss, dear Fay
love the calm, in the suffering
you've
helped reveal
in this poignantly worded, dedication)
Dear Mek - your comment so full of empathy is really appreciated - - thank you so much for your comforting support.
A sensitive write Fay.
Thank you Orchi.
as you no doubt already know .. these words of yours will surely make this grown man cry ........................... x
Yes I guessed the words would strike home my dear friend. Big hugs and loads more ............x
The poetry is truly empathetic
Such sadness it is laced with
Losing a closed one can’t be described
Tears wish to come, yet an expressionless emotion we may hold
It’s surprising and grief stricken, when we realise that someone whom we saw so often is no more
Hugs to you my dear poetess
You express it so aptly Spills my friend in that someone whom daily we saw is now no more. Thanking you loads for your empathy.
The loss of someone we love is one of life's greatest trials. Out of sight but close to the heart so they say... Far from comforting, such thoughts sometimes cause even more anguish. Each person mourns at their own pace, some overcome easier, other never get over the pain of loss. I'm afraid I'm one of them.
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VT12
Yes the difference in grief is astoundingly personal and each reacts to loss pf a loved one as their heart dictates - your visit and comment after reading Her Love is truly appreciated Victor
Those memories of a lost one will never leave you, as I well know.
Andy
Yes my friend - memories are so vital to those who lose the love of their life -
- - may they stay with your dear self to comfort and cheer you each day.
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