Her days are full with work and kids
She thanks God for the light
When she can keep her pain in check
She only cries at night
Her life was once so happy
He was always her heart’s delight
He filled her life with passion
Now she only cries at night
She died along with him in that wreck
although she knows it isn’t right
she hides it from everyone she knows
And only cries at night
She knows she needs to share her grief
To get help winning the fight
To keep on moving every day
And to stop crying every night
She knows there must be someone
Who knows this widow’s plight
But she just can’t seem to reach out
So she only cries at night
I have a friend whose husband died and she is so bottle up with grief, this poem is for her.
Sue you are a great friend, I wish she could write and get it all out, that is what helped me besides my faith,, great poem. Floria
Reviewed by Gregory Sonn (Reader)
Reviewed on April 30, 2002
Hi Sue,
Painfully beautiful poem. Wonderfully written for your friend. I agree with George and I know you well enough to know you will help her cope with this tragedy. You already have.God bless people like yourself that can think past their own existance and hold a hand out to others. Well done. Gregg
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Painfully beautiful poem. Wonderfully written for your friend. I agree with George and I know you well enough to know you will help her cope with this tragedy. You already have.God bless people like yourself that can think past their own existance and hold a hand out to others. Well done. Gregg