Grief has no expiration date
Memories that bring tears can come at any time.
This poem is dedicated to the memory of Michael Lynn Preston Sr. (July 4, 1957-March 21, 2021).
I cut my finger on a knife
Forgot I was no longer a wife
I smiled and called my husband's name
He did not answer and never came
He’s been gone for four and a half years
I still have days when I shed many tears
The sight of blood made him look away
Call one of the children, he would always say
Each time I cut my finger
I laughed because he would not linger
Today, my mishap with a knife
Reminded me I’m no longer his wife
It felt like the blood ran from my heart
Reminding me that death tore us apart
Those who are widowed can never predict
Which memories return, and which ones will stick
Copyright Cheryl E Preston 2025
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Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl enjoys writing about current events, soap spoilers and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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A beautiful tribute that captures both the pain and the sweetness of remembering someone.