Lying back, thinking about you, knowing you are
sitting up in bed reading, only because I am not
with you, nor will I ever be again.
Summer, winter, spring and fall, weather beating
through every season, nothing to help you overcome
your grief.
Feeling your embrace, yet there's nothing I can do
about it, because death has pulled me into it's vast
nothingness.
Preparing to enter heaven without you, my love, a
prayer on my lips, letting you go with my love kept
safely in your heart, but wanting you to let me go.
Knowing there is someone who loves you with all her
heart, waiting quietly for you to realize that you
also love and want her.
You're just holding onto my memory because you do
not want to hurt me, my love, yet I have chosen this
one, so let go, love her in return.
You deserve to be happy and fulfilled with another,
for your life will continue, you are very healthy,
and filled with love, still.
WOW! This poem put me through a wringer. But as Shakespeare wrote. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL. That phrase is very appropriate because there is so much pain ans suffering that even the truest love cannot assuage but here the suffering leads to joy and this wife who in the midst of her loss and terminal pain, thinking about her husband's future is remarkable. What an act of love your poem celebrates. This is the true story that can prepare us for such an experience. Publish this one in the Sunday bulletin so that people can see it in the right context.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A different story, the theme is very close to life. A realistic approach of a dying wife who wants to see her husband happy after her death..........................10