Time- a poem

—- words for John 2021

I wrote this poem a year ago. So much has changed. My life. The way I see things. My endurance to survive. I look around and know that he would be proud of me.

Funny, though, some things haven’t changed. The love I feel for what we were. The sadness of his absence. The reality of life’s shift. That still lingers, and always will.

In truth, rather than feeling sad for all the changes, I will try to embrace the new while lovingly harbor the many happy memories that I will always cherish.