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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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Posted by Ronni Bennett at 02:30 AM | Permalink | Email this post


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.

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