Thursday, 07 May 2009
Death of a Marriage
By Dani Ferguson of The Musings of a Middle Aged Woman
There was no funeral
no body to view,
nor flowers sent.
There were no mourners
offering sympathy
to the bereaved.
There was only me,
alone with my grief.
If there had been a body
would I have then accepted
love’s death?
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A bittersweet poem, Dani. The end of a marriage is a death and imposes the same grief for the two involved. It is a lonely road. You have said it so well.
Posted by: Darlene | Thursday, 07 May 2009 at 04:27 AM