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This is my latest version about the loss of my beloved husband

GLACIAL Scent of lilies. His pain over, mine just begun. I caressed those hands, gifted, loving. Kissed his waxen brow. A blink away from the dying sun, the ignition key trembled. I half-expected to waken, clasped in his arms. Soothed back to life, on the mourning air. Our silent house stood strong, and healthy, ticking away lonely hours and empty nights. While I flinched from the glacial steppes, of our marital bed. DECIMA WRAXALL

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Date: 9/13/2020 11:02:00 PM
beautiful penning... I enjoeyd
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Date: 9/13/2020 11:08:00 PM
Thank you. It's good to know when a poem has worked, achieving the desired response to loss and grief.