Healing - MarkR

Grief crushed –
Failed my weakened frame. 
Tears poised in
Broken eyes – 
The mourner’s face became 
At one with mine on me.

Mind’s vista shone: 
Basked in younger days, 
An angel lived as 
Loving wife –
Blossomed in bouquets
Ordained for us to be.

Fortitude of memory: 
We stood 
As once a mighty pillar, 
Eroding emery –
Granite underlay our public soul.

Time annealed –
Staying grief
Through my belief: 
Again your face I’d see.

Je t'attends..