Saturday, March 25, 2017

To My Wife in Mourning



bright day,still birds, black
spots on the blue sky, slightly
sway in trees, and wait

for winter to stay
or summer at last to come
like we’re waiting for

the pain to stop, death
to give way to the winter
sun’s soft, warm embrace.


(for our son, Brian, 1986-2017)

4 comments:

  1. Oh, that's so tender and beautiful, and while it conveys a mood of mourning so well, it also contains the speaker's love for the wife, and contains a note of hope for the future.

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  2. A very, very touching and heartfelt poem, Steven.

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  3. This is very beautiful, Steven. I love the note of warmth and hope at the end.

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  4. Touching words of hope. (But for now...)

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