Poem -

The Violets I Remember

Violets
The summer all the windows 
Had,
violets blooming on the sill.
It was the first time
I saw you cry
Your handsome face downcast and grim
With fists clenched
no sound or words
I felt lost in uncharted territory
Never in our days
had  we occasion for such grief
I sat there
with no words, and waited,
Waited for his breath to become even
for the jaw to unclench.
I took your hand in mine
and felt the strength and roughness of hard work
I wanted to hold you
but waited
Until you turned and finally saw me sitting there
A half smile lit your face
A brusque hello
and then you gathered me into your arms 
and buried your face deep into my neck
Deep racking sobs and a trembling like a fever 
I cried with you for our child,
for our bright joy and light
was gone.  
life was never the same.. 
After that summer of the violets I remember.
 

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Marion

God Raeleen...heartbreaking read. I was right there watching you both in that utter desperation and hopelessness. So many hugs to you x

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Being Me

Oh wow!  Heartbreaking! You have got everything right with this poem ...the tone and the writing is superb. I am so sorry for your loss x

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Raeleen Linde

Thank you for your comment....and support.... grief is a monster
Rae

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