I have a hole
where my husband lived
right in the center of my heart
a round shape filled
with absence and quiet
I could ask God to reshape my heart
to mold it like clay and make it new
whole and lovely, filled with
His love, but I want to keep a tiny
hole just to honor him
My husband lives in my blood
that renews my body, he lives on
my skin that knew every part of him,
and he lives in my eyes and is
always before me, my beloved.
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A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 
You capture your feelings for him perfectly ❤️
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Thank you very much, Esther
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Beautifully heartfelt Lisa ❤️
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Thank you, Maggie 💞
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The memory of your husband is as deep and powerful as your love. This is an exquisite love poem, Lisa. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. ❤️
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Thank you, Nancy, for your kind words
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A very touching poem Lisa
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And that part of him will never leave you. This was wonderful.
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Lisa, my dearest friend this is deeply touching. It is such a beautiful and profound poem. When someone leaves a space behind only memories could fill them. My gratitude for you sharing this.
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So heartfelt. The absence, the appreciation, and warmth of his memory. Beautiful.
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