What do you do when you lose the only man you've ever loved, so early in life? All you can think is that you'd vowed to spend the rest of your life loving and cherishing them, honoring and obeying them...and now you find yourself hopelessly without them.
When a marriage is broken or a loved one passes on, how do we learn to cope with that empty void they left behind. Sometimes, when you think of them, it starts out pleasantly...but always ends so bitterly. We can never teach our hearts to mend, or try to rush it. Mending a broken heart is something no one can control, it can take a few days...or a few years...but eventually it does.
This poem was written for my grandmother, who lost her husband when she was very young, and my mother was only 8 years old. I never knew my grandfather, but still I feel this overwhelming love and respect for everything he once was. When I wrote this poem, I became my grandmother, I felt her love for him, her pain for his death. I suffered what she suffered so long ago...and this is what came from those feelings.
I remember how it used to be
When I had you by my side.
I remember the nights you kept me warm
And I still feel the love that never died.
I remember the smile you wore
That always made my heart race.
I remember the smoothness of your skin,
And every single line of your face.
I remember the comfort of your presence
When I had nowhere else to go.
I remember the warm spring memories
And watching all the flowers grow.
I remember the cold winter days
When even the ice melted at your touch.
I remember the autumn drives,
And watching the leaves change...you enjoyed it so much.
I remember the long summer evenings
When your laughter filled the air.
I remember the love I have for you,
but now you're gone...and it's just not fair.