From the Heart; To a Lost Love

A Letter left at a tombstone in a grave yard.

My love,

It's hard to comprehend
where the years have gone.
Two days after your body died,
I could hardly stand the thought
that it had been so long since
we had spoken with each other.

Now I hear you in my head,
but lately not as often.
I miss that and I miss you.
I can only hope that my heart
and mind remain transparent to you.

There is nothing I won't share,
either in my pride or shame
happiness or sorrow.

We always were and are a team.
This thing we are doing now
Is the hardest thing we have attempted.

We will succeed in the end.
I love you with all my heart, Sweetheart.

Reviews

[Tink7]

That says it all. It touches on many things I have felt when loved ones die, and for me, also, one of them was a spouse. It's a lovely letter you left at the tombstone, and I use the word "lovely" on purpose, because of all the love in it. Your wish that your heart and thougts remain "transparent" is a wonderful image; to me it means 'spirit,' everlasting. I'm glad, as your bio says, you are returning to writing. I hope you keep it up!

[Sqeaver]

Beautifully written.

[Shae]

Wow! I like this poem! You are a really good writer! Keep at it!

[Legacy]

Good Evening Brenda Sue,

Two days after your body died,

I could hardly stand the thought

that it had been so long since

we had spoken with each other.

Very impressed here... I hope I am not off the beaten path. (Two days after your body died) I find this line fascinating, knowing that he never truly died... yet the vessel that was on loan to him. Beautiful poem, my heart is with you.

Thank you.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Disclaimer - I don't like critiquing poetry because someone pours their heart and soul into writing something that just sings to them. Then they show it to me, and because I don't have the same emotional triggers or life experiences, I don't feel what they feel. I look at their creation like a surgeon looks at a patient. It's not the little boy with bright eyes who loves cherry icees, it's a body that has a malfuntioning spleen. I don't know your poem or what brought it to life on the page. I only know what sounds right to my ears. So please ... take my crit with that grain of salt.

The only tweak I'd like is in the fifth stanza. I'd have worded it a tiny bit differently. I'd have worded it as such:

There is nothing I wouldn't share with you.
either in my pride or shame,
happiness or sorrow.

Beyond that minor nitpick, this poem sings to me. It sings a song of lament and mourning seeming beyond the capacity of human endurance.

[Hidden Sunshine]

This is a great and emotional piece. Great job.

[Shelly Wiseberg]

My Message

My heart is smiling down on you,
from a golden cloud.

I will be forever watching you,
from high above.

I will be with you always,
a spirit companion from the other side.

Floating like a ghost,
remembering what we shared
in all eternity using love,
as our guide.


Shelly Wiseberg, 2007

[Lydia Shutter]

A poignant beauty of a write. I am sorry for your loss. Lydia

[Sam Waterstone]

A very painful piece... It hurts to write such, I know...

[SweetPeachesAlways]

...you left me with quiet tears...

Very beautiful.

[Carole]

Oh Brenda, this is beautiful and heart felt. I am so sorry for your loss. Thank you for sharing such an intimate and special part of who you are. This almost brings me to tears. I pray God's comfort upon you, hon. Though I have never lost a partner, I have lost my father, mother, and grandmother...Each loss was difficult--so I do relate, at least to a point. If you should need to talk or need a listening ear, I am here. XOXO Carole