At the Graveside

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.



Abbie Johnson Taylor, Author

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Will You Come?

Have you ever wished a loved one passed away would come when you called? I often wish Bill were still with me, and I guess I always will. The following poem from the fall/winter issue of Magnets and Ladders illustrates this. You can read the magazine at .


For Bill


If I call, will you come

from the depths of the hereafter

sit with me, hold my hand,

caress, kiss me, say you love me?


I know you’re in a better place,

but I need your soothing touch,

reassuring voice, companionship.

If I call, will you come?

To hear me sing one of Bill’s favorite songs that expresses my longing, go to .

By the way, if you’re within the sound of my voice, I’ll be signing copies of my new poetry collection, That’s Life, on Saturday, November 22nd at Sheridan Stationery Books & Gallery here in Wyoming. I’ll be there from 10 a.m. till noon. The book can be ordered by clicking one of the links below, or you can buy a copy at the time of the signing. If you’re downtown getting an early start on your holiday shopping, please stop by and say hello.

Abbie Johnson Taylor, Author of We Shall Overcome, How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver, and That’s Life: New and Selected Poems

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