The Cruellest Month
THE CRUELLEST MONTH
On the twenty-first
Ten years ago
Your son
Claimed this annual
Memorial.
On the twenty-fifth
Two years ago
My wife
Stepped up
To take her own place.
Shoulder to shoulder they,
Shoulder to shoulder we.
Another burden,
Beacon, memorial.
Nothing but memory
Stands the test of time.
And some day
One day,
One fatal day
Not even that.
Posted on July 28, 2020, in Poetry and tagged Death, Life, Loss, Memory. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
Life is cruel but we do go on , sorry for your double loss. Hugs 💜❤️
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We survive. Thank you.
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💜💜💜
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Sending a hug, Ben. Such anniversaries are hard. ♥️
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Thank you, Betty. Still we have each other. 🙂
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