Room with a View

Okay, so I know that when I started this blog, I said that I wasn't going to post anything very serious. Well, now that I've gotten a little more comfortable with it, I thought it was time to add something just a bit more personal and close to my heart. I decided to write this poem yesterday, after having lunch with Andy, who agreed that it might be theraputic. Since, he's the hubby, it had to be read by him first, which he did last night. Now, this is not being put out here for sympathy or pity. It's simply a way for me to put my feelings into words and hopefully, begin to "process my grief". Thanks for reading.

It still Hurts

I can’t say goodbye to the man I loved so much.
I can’t stand the idea that I will never again feel his touch.

I long to hear him, one more time, say
I love you in his own special little way.

It still hurts deep down inside,
Knowing that this strong man has died.

I know that he will always be with me,
But it won’t be the same as it used to be.

Never again, can I look upon his face,
Because he is forever in his resting place.

There is still so much living to do,
But I just can’t stop feeling so blue.

They say the hurt will fade with time and age,
There is going to be another, easier stage.

Still, the grief, it fills me to the core,
My heart remains bruised and sore.

My thoughts are only of his lingering spirit,
I shake my head, but nothing can clear it.

Memories of the days gone by,
Make me want to scream, rant and cry.

While I cherish the pride and love he had.
I never knew love could make one so sad.

I suppose I should process my grief,
Maybe then I could find some relief.

Yet, I have my doubts that it will go away,
It seems the dark clouds are here to stay.

I will continue on with life as he would have wanted,
But my heart and soul will be forever haunted.

I miss you, Daddy.