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
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?