It
is when I look around me, and I see my sister’s things.
Oh
what pain wells up within me! How my soul with anguish wrings!
When
my eyes fall on her sweater hanging limp behind the door,
It
is then the cruel truth hits me: She won’t need it anymore
Helen Dowd enjoys spending time at her computer, along side her husband of 60 years, writing poetry, story poems, stories about pets and life in general, as well as inspirational and Bible stories. She has one book published. Her stories and poems have been published in several Anthologies. Helen hosts an inspirational online publication, www.occupytillicome.ca
a sad & very heartfelt write indeed
ReplyDeleteDear Helen,
ReplyDeleteThe little things can strike us after losing someone we dearly loved. I agree with Jack, a heartfelt poem. Thank you for your sharing. Take care.
Best wishes,
Inge
I've known such moments - well written poem.
ReplyDeleteCaryl
Dear Helen, Such a "tug at my heartstrings" poem. I know the feeling. Thank you for sharing your talent
ReplyDeleteSincerely, Charlene
Dear Hellen,
ReplyDeleteHow Shocking the passing of a loved one hits us. What a good demonstration of this. Very well done
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