Picking up the pieces

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    Picking up the pieces

     I have been a widower for gone 3 years now.
    My heart was broken and shattered to myriad pieces.
    She had been my mate at first sight,
    I knew then it had to be right.

    We laughed and sang and played for just 3 years.
    On the 24th day of March 2006 it all ended.
    I had wept bitterly for many nights filled with tears
    My heart it has been mended.       

    My weeping ceases it has taken years of picking up pieces.

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    countrypoet commented on Picking up the pieces

    11-03-2009

    Thank you for sharing this poem.I am sorry that you had to go through this experience and I pray that everyday your heart may heal more and more,but keep the beautiful memories of the times you shared with your true love.A great write and a beautiful proclamation of your love to her.
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    SilverGirl commented on Picking up the pieces

    07-24-2009

    My heart is with you Troub. I know the pain of losing the one you love. My late fiance passed Dec. 23, 06. Not enough time... to say I love you... to say good-bye... Tears flowed so easily... Anger filled me, choking me, taking away my will to live. I all but died that year. Still, I try to pick up the pieces, only to get them smacked right back out of my hand.. Lovely poem, this is; and a wonderful tribute to your love. Hugs.. SG
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    Tempestlady commented on Picking up the pieces

    07-10-2009

    How? ould have liked more details. So sad and real. One day at a time. Reagan really? How didyou get started as chef? Love the write..
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    Troubador

    07/14/2009

    I went to the American culinary Academy for 3 years to become a chef

    am2anangel commented on Picking up the pieces

    07-09-2009

    the pain and passion of your loss is greatly felt through this piece. Sometimes the pieces are difficult to collect and putting it into words I feel is like the glue pulling it all together. Well done.
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    Troubador

    07/09/2009

    Us angels have to stick together don't you think

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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