I woke up this morning
And reached over for you.
You weren't there, I remembered.
Now what will I do?
As I remembered the events,
I started to cry.
I lift my eyes upward
And scream to the sky.
Why did you take him?
What did we do wrong?
We were finally making it.
We had tried for so long.
As I lay there and think,
I remember the times we had.
The memories flow.
I'm no longer as sad.
A warm feeling spreads through,
Like sun on my face.
I feel light in body,
Like I'm floating in space.
I lay there and wonder,
What could the warmth be?
Not something I can touch
And surely not able to see.
I picture his hand on mine.
Warmth spreads to my fingers.
I smile and laugh some.
The feeling still lingers.
The warmth is him
Letting me know
Everything will be okay.
I am never alone.
On those cold winter nights
When I long for his touch,
When I feel so desperate,
I haven't wanted anything so much.
He will be there to lift me up,
To show me I still have his love.
I still have the memories
We always spoke of.
As our children grow and learn,
They accomplish new things.
I can feel his joy.
Oh, the warmth that it brings.
My memories are great,
But his touch is better.
When I can't feel it,
I just write him a letter.
For I know he is watching.
He's helping me learn.
How to live in the world alone
And for him not yearn.
I have felt his touch less
Over the last several days.
I have met someone who
Is like him in many ways.
He will always be with me;
This I've come to believe,
But now I have found someone,
A new love to receive.
I look to the skies
And raise my voice.
Is it okay, I ask,
And hear a joyful noise.
I feel the warmth on my skin
And know that he is near.
Not just on the outside
But from somewhere within.
He's telling me it's okay
To move on with my life
And not to let it create
Any emotional strife.
So, now when I think,
The memories are clear;
They don't hurt anymore
Because I know he is near.
He is in my heart.
In our daughter, our son,
We weren't separated;
Our souls are still one.
I place a letter to him
On the stone with his name,
Telling him I'm okay,
That here he must remain.
As I walk to the car,
An eagle flies overhead.
He tips his wings as if to say
I'm still alive, I am not dead.
Poem About Moving On After Husband's Death
Each day I wake since you're gone, drinking coffee, feeling empty and alone. No one to talk to about what we used to share. Trying hard each day not to live in despair. Trying to stay busy,...
Moving Forward
Published by Family Friend Poems April 2015 with permission of the Author.
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