Yesterday was a bad day. So I wrote another poem feeling useless. Sorry.
There are places I will not let my head lead me
As I pat my husbands pillow
There are clothes I cannot fold
As I look inside his wardrobe
Too many sweet memories cloud my mind
And I have to keep them all at bay.
I must stay strong for him
And not allow the grief to show
Tears lie in wait as I move around the house
It is not his house any more
He would not recognise it.
Alien objects are collected
Chairs, commodes, stair lifts, zimmers
All in place for his return
The moment I know now will never happen.
4 comments:
[*] Oh Jean!!!
Praying hard for you and for David. Sorry that I'm to far away to give a huge hug :( Really feel for you at the moment.
Fee so helpless for you but prayers continue
So very sorry you are at this stage Jean. I'll keep the useless platitudes to myself.
Love and prayersX
As with everyone else, feel for you and praying. Virtual hugs (())
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