
The trees are weeping tears of loss and grief
The storm attacked them while they were in leaf
Birds fly by my window, very close
I have not cut the shrubs so near the house
So this garden is my private wood
Shared by birds and beatles and by God
For I find God in silence, long and green
And in the little places in between
Yet I am sad my man has had to die
After several years my heart still cries
The house, the pictures, stoneware seem to speak
I cry for him when sound is absent,bleak
Now the grief is less I miss him most
He seems so far away, in tears he floats

Nature heals us so much.. Loved your poem..
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Thanks so much.I’ve been a bit slow with ideas and the new editor.So glad you liked it,Katherine
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Keep writing… Nothing will stop you…
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The pain in your lines is evident. Truly heart warming words. Love only grows, it never dies. 💗🌸
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Thank you so much,Tanya for a lovely commentmKatherine
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My pleasure, Katherine! Have a lovely day! 💗
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You too,Tanya
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