GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

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    This poem is dedicated to my late husband of 45 years who struggled with blindness, kidney failure and dialysis for over 11 years. He never complained, did what he felt he had to do and when he could do it no more he asked to "go home". I miss him and since I wrote this poem in 2006, i have gradually moved on and i do feel his presence here with me more and more. loss of a loved one is very difficult but once you realize that they are in a better place and life will go on for you, I believe that you should dump all the bad stuff and hold on tightly to the good and you will "feel their presence", always. Love you honey & miss you.
    GraceAnn Martelli

    GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

    GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

    DEDICATED TO JOHN AND ALL SPOUSES WHO HAVE MOVED ON TO A BETTER PLACE.

    I HAVE A SECRET CORNER HIDDEN DEEP WITHIN MY MIND
    FOR STORING SPECIAL MEMORIES OF A VERY SPECIAL TIME.
    IT'S SAVED FOR PRIVATE MOMENTS WHEN I AM FEELING BLUE,
    LIKE DARK CLOUDY DAYS WHEN I AM NOT WITH YOU.

    I THINK OF HOW YOU HELD ME AND KISSED ME TENDERLY.
    I THINK OF YOUR CARESSES, JUST HOW GENTLE YOU COULD BE.
    I CLOSE MY EYES AND FEEL THE THRILL OF YOUR LIPS ON MINE,
    I WISH THAT YOU WERE STILL HERE TO LOVE ME ALL THE TIME.

    THERE'S AN EMPTINESSD HERE NOW, WITH SORROW AND PAIN,
    FEELINGS OF SADNESS, GUILT AND HURT STILL REMAIN.
    I KNOW I'M MOVING ON HONEY, ONE HOUR AT A TIME,
    FOR THE FUTURE IS NO LONGER "OURS", NOW IT'S JUST MINE.

    ALTHOUGH WE ARE APART NOW, HUSBAND AND WIFE NO MORE TO BE
    MY HEART WILL ALWAYS FILL WITH JOY WHEN I THINK OF MY
    SPECIAL MEMORIES.
    I HOPE TO FEEL YOUR PRESENCE HERE MORE OFTEN THAT I DO
    RIGHT NOW SWEETHEART I'M NUMB AND GOD I SO MISS YOU.

    WALK IN HEAVEN'S SUNSHINE, NO MORE PAIN OR SORROW FOR THEE,
    GLOW IN GOD'S TRUE LOVE, WHERE YOU SO DESERVE TO BE.
    LOOK DOWN UPON ME HONEY WITH PEACE
    FORGIVENESS AND LOVE.
    PLEASE HELP ME TO REMEMBER ALWAYS THAT I AM
    BLESSED FROM SOMEWHERE UP ABOVE.

    GRACEANN MARTELLI
    COPYRIGHTS (C) 2008

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

    GraceAnn’s Poems (7)

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    I WOULD IF I COULD 0
    BINGO 1
    "TROUBLE" MAN'S BEST FRIEND 0
    AFRAID OF THE NIGHT (DARK) 1
    BLUES 0
    GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN 0
    I LIVE 0