Four Months like yesterday a forever ago...12/06/09 Francis P. Holt

by Hope M Holt
(Tappahannock)

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

without you.

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.

HH