YES
MEN DO CRY
POETRY ( a sample)
One man’s personal journey of grieving the loss of his wife
One mans rebirth
Yes men do grieve, mostly silently
Introduction – After the death of my wife Lois on October 18 2000 I began writing a Journal over a period of 3 years. She was 52 years old. Included in this Journal (Yes Men Do Cry /Available on Amazon) are the 47 poems which are in this separate book. The full Journal is also available in print under the tile Yes Men Do Cry – A Journal. Reading this may give you a better understanding of the poems. Enjoy.
TOUCH
One more time- if only
The beginning- a new journey
Hi
It’s only me
No words-just touch
Like a flower - one for every occasion
Sorry
Good vibrations
The ultimate
Love
The climatic crescendo
If only I could touch you one more time I would still want more
Once is never enough
Touch
No words can really explain the meaning
Only when it’s gone will they understand
One more touch-if only
But not in this life time
Touch
I will hold as a memory
Touch
Only in my dreams
Touch
Memories.
That’s all I’ve got now.
ALONE
Silence,
Emptiness,
The unknown.
Wanting, I know not what.
Alone, in your mind.
Alone-wishing
Alone-no you.
Alone-memories.
Scared.
Confusion.
Alone-thinking.
Come to me.
Alone-the beginning
Alone-finding yourself.
Alone-one
Alone-numb.
No one is alone
Memories, good or bad.
Alone.
Never.
TWENTY FIVE YEARS
Twenty Five Years
So many things left unsaid.
What things. I know not what.
Twenty Five Years
I wanted more from you. I know not what.
I still look for the note you never left.
What could you have said, you said it all.
By the way you handled your final ride,
The way you cared about the ones you were leaving behind.
You taught us death is final.
Enjoy every moment.
Because with death comes reality.
There is no going back.
Death is the end
For the one leaving.
Death is the beginning
For the ones left behind.
Thanks Booby.