Margaret Foster Poet Sonnet

Bitter Sweet

Late at night when I’m alone in my bed.
A soft feather pillow under my head.
My mind goes drifting down memory street
when we were together and life was sweet.

We meet at a wedding, we dance all night.
Your face all aglow in the candle light.
Your holding my hand, then, after a while,
holding again as we walk down the aisle.

We stand at the altar making a vow.
‘Till death do us part’…..I’m heartbroken now.
For death did reach out and tore us apart
it took you away and plundered my heart.

So now I live here, on memory street,
where we are together and life is sweet.

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thriveni c mysore February 3, 2025 at 12:46 AM so well written! awesome write dear poet, reverberates. Margaret Foster February 3, 2025 at 4:22 AM Thank you so much for your lovely comment. Cheers.

Quoth Theraven February 1, 2025 at 11:07 PM Margaret, A fine Sonnet of love and loss. A heart made to be unbreakable there never was. Not while a life still cares. -Richard Margaret Foster February 3, 2025 at 4:21 AM Thank you, Richard. I didn’t intend writing the last stanza as such , it just somehow made its way in. Cheers

Oliver Mckeithan February 1, 2025 at 6:59 PM Nice poem but sad. Tough one to write I am sure. Memories can be bittersweet. Margaret Foster February 3, 2025 at 4:19 AM Thank you, Oliver.