Grief Is A Measure Of Love Poem by Practicing Poetess
Grief Is A Measure Of Love
Did you cry yourself to sleep the night
That your wife passed away?
Or instead, did slumber never come
Before the following day?
Were you numb with shock, consumed by grief
Much less alive than dead?
Was the emptiness unbearable
In your big, lonely bed?
Like a robot, did you force yourself
To simply carry on?
Going bravely through life's motions, still
From dusk 'til joyless dawn?
I can't blame you if you felt these things
For now I feel them, too
Yes, the loss of someone dearly loved
Destroys a part of you
It is almost as though, when Ed left
A portion of the love
And light and laughter in this world
Went with him, up above.
It wil take a lot of prayer, my friend
And time, just like they say
And God's touch for this broken heart,
To soothe my tears away.
Destroys a part of you
A very well written poem on a very difficult topic. I think you are correct that we really cannot understand anothers grief until we find ourselves in a similar situation.
It was a very hard poem to write, but it was cathartic for me to get it down on paper. C.S Lewis used to say that if you never want to your heart to be hurt, to lock it away in a box, and don't even love a pet animal. Grief is the price you pay for having loved deeply. Thank you, Barry, for reading & commenting on a tough poem!
Thank you, Jazib. It is so sad when you lose them to death. It is like part of your heart gets ripped out. But you survive, and Obladi, Oblada, Life Goes On.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/19/2024 10:29:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very touching and true. I really like the Going bravely through life's motions still/ till dawn to joyless dusk. And I know what you mean by the loss of someone dearly loved destroys a part of you. It's like part of your heart is wooden.
Yep, Laurie, sounds as though you get it- - 'wooden' is a very apt description. But somehow, we mend- - slowly- - and life continues, but with a 'new normal.' Thank you for reading & understanding.