A poem of past glimpse's of my late past love, my wife. The conversations’ we’ve had, thing’s we used to say playfully to each other, and the thoughts her still standing by my side despite the tragedy that separated our family.
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A poem of past glimpse's of my late past love, my wife. The conversations’ we’ve had, thing’s we used to say playfully to each other, and the thoughts her still standing by my side despite the tragedy that separated our family.
Part of a dream I had the other night, so sureal it was to me. Woke me up from what I thinks was a sound sleep, because I was startled by it. Pretty crazy times we live in, and adventure to see through my eyes, and then sit here and display it poetically, no better feeling then, accomplishment.
Shannon, that's my wife's name. Just the very thought of her brings butterflies back to my stomach—those teenage butterflies when you're all flushed seeing the girl again, first love? I get that way sometimes just thinking of my wife. I had to let her go physically; spiritually, my wife and I always are connected.
Something I can not understand on why my wife chose walk away and I had no choice thereafter to walk away and is part of the reasons I turned my back to life and walked down my nightmare to come back then. I’m in self-conviction and this is part of the outcome to why I placed myself in this situation I try to release myself from now.
My late wife and I were having some trouble and were not embraced at this time of our sorrows. It troubled me so badly, I started losing sleep over it. Upon writing this poem we worked through our troubles as we always have to a degree. I loved her so and miss her even more. Rest in peace Shannon, I love and miss you very very much, until we meet again.
Each love poem I've written is about my late wife, Shannon. On occasion, I've written love poems for a friend or two, about their love, and I've always looked to my love, my wife. She was the only woman that I've truly loved and I've been married three times. My point being, she lights my darkest hours and I miss her. Rest in peace until we meet again.