Aug 21, 2013

Begin Again

The funeral's over,
Sympathy cards untouched 
Rest in the wicker basket.
Lives return to normal,
Except mine.

Alone I arise each morn.
Before the sunsets,
Crawling into
Our empty bed,
Darkness closes the day.

In the silence 
Of my dreams,
His eyes twinkle,
His arms embrace me,
His smile fills my heart.
I reach out for him.
Dawn's light fills 
The empty room.
Alone, I begin again

by Diane Dettmann
Read more about my widow journey in my memoir, Twenty-Eight Snow Angels: A Widow's Story of Love, Loss and Renewal. Available in paperback and e-book on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. Ordering information at http://outskirtspress.com/snowangels


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