This week’s Literary quote: When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions!
—Hamlet, Prince of Denmark by William Shakespeare
It was never going to be fair
No matter what was said
Words were mere platitudes.
Fought the good fight
Had a good innings
Left a legacy
Made her mark
Loved by all.
So many kind and loving words
Uttered by those who knew her.
I was humbled, she had been my life.
We farewelled her
Gave her a great send-off.
I shook the hands of so many
Who paid their respects
Shed tears with me
But at days end
Left me
Alone.
I stare at the walls,
Avoid where possible
The remains of her life.
The vase from a garage sale
Her slippers still beside the bed
The door hook holding her dressing gown.
She is still here,
I feel her hanging on
Desperate to see me settled
But at night
In the pervading silence
Her absence grips me.
My heart is broken
I don’t understand how when so well
She could be taken away.
So many nights are spent
Railing against the forces
Who allowed this to happen.
I cannot find a way to sleep
She lives still in my mind.
Our bed is full of intimate moments
I held her and she me.
Her arms are here now
Entwined with mine
Her ghost snuggles in against me
I cry myself to sleep.
Written for: https://therattlingbones.wordpress.com/2015/06/06/literary-saturday-prompt-9/
Morpethroad 
Touching sorrow, my friend. Beautiful images and memories 🙂
Thanks Rhodia, tough times when these things happen.
Yup, I hear ya. Take care
Grief, one of the most difficult things, written about in such a beautiful way.
Thank you Mandy
Oh Wowza, powerful sorrow. Well done, Michael.
Thank you Dell
And on that sober note, I’ll close up shop till later. Good night.
Good night Dell
Beautifully written.
Thank you Loretta
Such a beautifully written grief-stricken poem, Michael. That kind of grief never seems to end.
Yes Lori so true certainly from my perspective
My father, the only man my mother ever loved, died almost 20 years before she did. In fact, her spirit died when my father did — really it was just her body that kept going.
Your piece about grief cuts to the soul of the matter. Grief overwhelms. And, everyone grieves differently.
Beautifully written.
Thank you so much, as I discovered when my dad died you do experience a roller coaster of emotions even now several years later…
I find that I miss my dad when seasons are marked by sports. Stanley Cup, World Series. I like to think he is watching along with me.
Yes I know what you mean. Incidentally game two Stanley cup is being shown now.
Even all the way to Australia. I am impressed. Tampa Bay won on home ice. Series tied one game a piece (out of 7).
I have read many an instance where couples who have been together for over 60 or more years, die within days or even moments of each other – A double grief for families. One would hope those spirits remain together.
I am reminded of our family’s most recent family death – since I have had to store and am now just (after a year and a half) sorting through my mother-in-laws possessions.
I linked up to this prompt with this piece:
https://juleslongerstrandsofgems.wordpress.com/2015/06/06/forest-floored-6-6-s/
Thanks Jules for stopping by…appreciate your thoughts.
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