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Grace Maier Crook Poem
Tribute to my Husband
Celebrating; Independence Day, this year,
brought on a whole new meaning for us,
for it was our last holiday together,
one I will always treasure.
I packed a picnic lunch for two,
our first and last meal alone,
we'd a fantastic view of the river,
saying our "I do's" all over again.
Our Last Fourth of July
This picnic was a representation
of our 35 years of marriage, it came, with
dancing lights, resounding booms,
a night to remember.
He took my hand and said I love you,
my dearest, always and forever,
I saw flares of red, white and blue,
reflecting in his eyes, we kissed passionately.
Our Last Fourth of July
The fireworks that night were magical,
reflecting off the river promenade,
our sons were somewhere down there,
for my eyes only saw the man I love.
Goodbye, my love, even though, my heart
lay heavy, the days after you're gone, I will
remember that picnic, on July 4, 2018.
The memories, we shared, I shall cherish forever.
Tribute to my Husband
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Grace Maier Crook Poem
Broken Promises
One breath,
no breath none.
My love's life ends.
One heart beats,
no beats none.
My loves life ends.
Rose petals fall; an angel tears
guide him on his journey.
My love's life ends.
The mountains wail and
the rivers cry
trees they do sigh.
My love's life ends.
The sun will rise,
the moon will descend.
My love will never end.
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Copyright © Grace Maier Crook | Year Posted 2018
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My Love
My heart is dying, my love.
For every moment you're gone.
One beat one,
one beat two.
Your spirit lingers within me, my love.
I the stronger too hold you up.
One beat one,
one beat two.
I awake and you're not here, my love.
I want you home beside me.
One beat one,
one beat two.
You're dying, my love.
I won't be far behind.
One beat,
gone.
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Copyright © Grace Maier Crook | Year Posted 2017
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