Mary Braithwaite Poet Rhyme

Without His Face

knew myself in his face when he lived

But now I have no mirror,I’m alone.

I learned myself reflected in his love.

An actual mirror seems like a dull stone

I was alive when mirrored his eyes

For those who hate us do not give us life.

What’s the answer when when the loved one dies?

Without a husband there can be no wife.

All alone my blood seems not to flow.

The wellspring of my heart is arid,dry.

My hands curl up protective on my heart

I have no tears and so I cannot cry.

Yet I bleed inside from every part.

So where is my reflection, where my grace?

I feel I cannot live without his face.

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Stephan McBride November 6, 2022 at 7:25 AM Wow praise your husband for the man he was, he had to be full of holy spirit, for only through the love of Jesus within one shall never feel alone , and be able to love around us in this wicked world that others might see his love flowing through you and seek it out for themselves, love ya