Must I Move On?

On the occasion of Matthew Morgan's 2nd death anniversary, I dedicate the poem below:
I quietly grieve
In silence, In darkness
I found myself in tears.
Like Montmorency Falls
Unwavering, it flows
It heaves a sigh for years.

I'm missing you.
Wanting to hear your voice
Reciting limerick
To make me laugh with joy.
Missing you at dinner time
Someone to talk to
Needing your company
Day in and day out, I do.

Must I move on?
Wondering too often.
Without you, life is lonely
Without an anchor, I'm adrift at sea.
I hear you say, "Sail on!
Waste not, time is precious.
Life is fleeting. Sorrow not wanting.
Take good care of yourself,
The horizon is vast and waiting.
Grieve not. Time for you to move on!"

Copyright 2022 ©Rosalinda R Morgan
Matt as a youngster painted by Madame Shoumatoff, who did the famous unfinished portrait of Pres. Franklin D. Roosevelt who died while sitting for the portrait on April 12, 1945.
Matt when he joined the U.S. Navy in 1944 when Franklin D. Roosevelt was the Commander-in-Chief.




I wanted to write something memorable for my husband’s 2nd death anniversary. Matt always recited verses, mostly incongruous and funny while he was alive. I kept telling him to write them down because I could not possibly remember them. He did not listen.

I’m not a poet. This little poem just popped out of my head from nowhere. Is Matt dictating this to me?