A cold, windy November morning,
the sun provides little warmth
as we sit in chairs under an awning.
In the casket, he lies,
not a wretch, but a man I love,
his passing my life’s eclipse.
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This poem appears in That’s Life: New and Selected Poems. Click the link below to hear me read it and sing a song I sang at my late husband’s graveside almost three years ago.
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https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/15213189/at%20the%20graveside.mp3
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I really enjoy your singing, Abbie. And that is a great song.
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Thank you, Glenda.
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Reblogged this on Abbie's Corner of the World and commented:
On this day three years ago, we held a graveside service for my husband Bill at the cemetery in Fowler, Colorado. Rest in peace, honeybunch.
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