How well I know her face.
Each tender curve.
How many times
I’ve touched it
Stroked her cheeks
Wiped a tear
Gazed deeply into a hazel universe
And lost my heart.
How I have come to love
Each facet of her being,
Each furrow of her brow
Each hair
And the speckled wonder of her eyes.
She has seen battle
And victory.
Each furrow of her brow
Has a story of struggle.
Each gray hair
A tale of strength.
Still
She is soft.
She girds for battle
Only when she must,
Sallying forth
A wonder to behold.
But to me
She is all the kindness
In the universe
Wrapped in the soft landscape
Of her face
(how well I know it)
And her speckled hazel eyes
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Author:
Buzz Bray (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My wife of 47 years passed October 9, 2022. I found this among a collection of poems I wrote for her. As I come to grips with her passing, I feel this reflects well what I am feeling at the moment. I\\\'ll never get past this, but I have learned to live with it...and from time to time, cry.
- Category: Love
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How well you loved your wife. A beautiful, heartfelt tribute. I am sorry for your loss. You learn to live with grief, you don’t ever get over it, but it can soften with time. Thank you Buzz Bray for sharing what you hold dear.
Thank You for your kind words. We had a wonderful life together. Her passing nearly destroyed me. Now I can read these lines and smile at the memories.
What a tender love song! And how comforting to see that real love never ends. Thank you for this wonderful poem, dear Buzz Bray.
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