Four Months like yesterday a forever ago...12/06/09 Francis P. Holt
by Hope M Holt
I remember you at the oddest times.
I Cut Your Grass and sobbed for all to see.
Your garage is a mess, all reminders of you.
A weed whacker is 2 cylinders and needs a Mix?
I'm sure it looked like a comedy when it drove me around the yard.
My brothers teach me to be the Man of the House.
I don't want the role.
But I will learn all the things that you did.
And thought you/we would do into old age.
You didn't make it.
So, Spring will come a renewal anew
My heart is still in the dead of winter
though I try to rejoice at all the beauty.
Oh my Love! I miss you so.
This Grief stabs at me and brings me to my knees.
Oh 7 stages of grief release me.
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