Best Lost Lovewife Poems
My Memories
I was thinking of buying a new house
So I’m here with my son and his spouse
Sitting outback looking up to the sky
Hoping to see something go bye
Wishing for a sign to see
Something from my wife to me
To move into an empty and cold house
I would leave behind memories of my spouse
I don’t want to leave those memories behind
More memories in the house then in my mind
When my kids were small
They would play and mark up a wall
I see memories on every wall
Where my wife painted over marks from a ball
A memory in every room
Some good some with a little gloom
It’s something that will always be
Even the gloom is a memory to me
A fellow from my group had told me
It was something that touched me
He told me about something for his wife
About releasing a balloon honoring her life
I thought I would do it for my wife
Write messages how she’s missed from my life
I love you Joey I wrote on the balloon
I kissed it and let it go up towards the moon
It went up and up into the sky
I did my best not to cry
I watched it take flight
I watched it go out of sight
The balloon went up to my wife
I will be with her at the end of my life
Up above my wife waits
Till I get to heavens gates
Remembering 11
I think I loved her from that first day we kissed
Now I try remembering all the things I had missed.
One day I said to my wife you know you’re hot
Her response back to me was, no, no I’m not.
I said yes you are, I know because you’re my wife
I love you darling more than life.
I guess we were lucky when she realized I was the right guy
She must have seen something when she looked in my eye.
Many times the kids had us challenge each other
I was always proud she was my kid’s mother.
Money or material items are things you can replace
Not time, I could have done more when we were face to face.
My kids will have the poems of my wife
They will remember she was my life.
I remember a few things from the 50’s
Then came marriage and children in the 60’s.
Some funny and cute things my Joey use to do
They might not have been the same to you.
She would hold on to the phone booth and dance
I would focus on her like being in a trance.
I can’t change the passed it’s left back in life
I can only think and dream back of my wife.
I always had an addiction for my wife
I will be hooked to her the rest of my life.
Maybe writing my poems, I won’t forget so much
I’ll read them and hope to feel my wife’s touch.
Some people ask about my poems, the how and why
Because I hope my wife will be remembered even after I…..
Your prison is a tomb,
A vaulted, marble room
Where your wan spirit lives,
Denied the peace death gives.
And now your spirit goes
In shrouded coffin clothes
Across the headstones for
Your brother’s portal door.
His new wife sees you clear
And screams. “He’s here, he’s here!”
Your former wife was her
And he, your murderer.
Filled Heart
It’s coming up on two years
My eyes still fill with tears
I keep thinking back at my life
Did I do all I could for my wife
When I met my future wife it was a new start
I found someone that filled my heart
My wife never asked for much
I loved her more with every touch
When I would touch her face
It was soft and delicate like a fine lace
When she passed, my heart was torn out
Sometimes I cry and I might even shout
At night when I go to bed
Thoughts of my wife fill my head
I would like to see a sign
That her love will forever be mine
How many times I’ve said I miss you
I wish I could again say the words I do
I love to dream of my wife
That’s the way I relive my life
I say to my wife if reincarnation is true
Go slow my love so I can catch up to you