LOVED ONE LOST

 When we lose loved ones, it is difficult. Seems as though we did not have enough time and want to share so much more. I know when I lost my husband I felt that way. My dearest friend, Sue, just lost her father last Friday. He was 91.  There is always the wish for a little more time. Here is a poem I wrote when my husband passed on.

NO FAREWELL

 I am not ready to say goodbye,

with many more memories to share

together.

          Walks

                    and talks

                             and laughter.

Shells to gather

                   vistas to behold.

I want birthdays and anniversaries,

holidays and vacations,

more to fill my heart.

I yearn to share skies

          freckled with waltzing stars,

vibrant sunrises

          peeking over hilltops,

lofty firs

          silhouetted in a stalking fog,

spherical raindrops

          jewelling emerald leaves,

vibrant butterflies

          dancing in a field of flowers,

and tranquil sunsets

          settling to sleep.

It is all more significant,

          more memorable when shared.

 

I cannot bid adieu

                             to you.   

 

I am not ready to say

                             goodbye.

 

Rose Lefebvre ©