LIFE AFTER TWO YEARS
Life after twenty-four months of her passing
away is still dull and gloomy,
But when I try to take a break and relax, my
life gets sad and lonely.
The heart aches, the brain stops to think and I
miss my loving wife,
It hurts with all the pain brewing inside that
makes a hard life.
There are no more tears in the dry eyes there
are no more loving looks,
I miss her so much that every moment of my
life has some nasty hooks.
I LIVE WITH THE IMAGES OF MY WIFE
I was glad to wed an angel some fifty-one
years ago,
I lost that treasure forever twenty-one months
ago.
The happy time we spent together was full of
glory,
My angel gave me her all and she was never
sorry.
Her beauty so enchanting, refined, eloquent
and divine,
Her face so sweet her eyes so hypnotizing
matching mine.
Her voice was more melodious than the music
of a kind,
The sweet smell of her perfume still lingers in
my mind.
Deep long and dark hair curled neatly over her
shoulder,
Gave her the look of a fairy who was delicate
and bolder.
A figure so feminine, pleasing and delightful to
admire,
A glamour of peace and tranquillity shyness in
her attire.
My angel was as delicate as the Pretty Lotus of
my pond,
We spoke, we laughed and we loved to create a
bond.
Her mind was so profound, her articulation of
speech rare,
Faithful friend in joy, comforting when sad,
gave tender care.
Years went by, family life became short, an
eternity desired,
Each day of living created a fond memory that
we admired.
I lost my love but gained the treasure of fond
memories,
A sweet dream entrenched to become dream of
memories.
The sorrow that I feel, the heartache and the
broken heart,
Thought of her loss startles my sleep and tears
me apart.
When I awaken I see that I am alone and
looking to the sky,
My prayers are the same each morning with
tears and cry.
Where are you my Pretty Lotus? Is my
utterance with a sigh,
Grant me that same joyous life that we spent
living so high.
The story of our love life has filled many pages
of my book,
Her fond memories are here to celebrate
without a look.
She is gone but cannot be forgotten her
persona so pleasing,
Time is moving slowly my heart is longing to
get her blessing.
I long to hear her voice and to hold her hands
once again,
I feel I have not lost her for she is going to
come back again.
In my prayers, I ask her to remember all the
pleasant times,
I smile a little when I see her images of all our
good times.
Life goes on as she had asked me to conduct
rest of my life,
My angel is in heaven but I live with the
images of my wife.