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.
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.
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.