Throughout my life I have found that writing is a great form of therapy. During the last 18 months, due to the ill health of both Ivor and myself, I have done very little writing; but in the weeks since my love died it has returned. Writing down how I feel is an aid to my healing.
I Weep For My Love
I weep for my love who walks the vale
Beyond my ken; beyond the mists
That cloud my mind and chill my bones.
With frozen heart, through frozen lips
I cry out his name.
It echoes deep within the darkness,
The emptiness; the endless void,
Which fills and yet encloses me
In hopes and dreams that were destroyed;
But all is not in vain.
For though the sadness now fills my heart,
I had his love; I had those years,
A legacy; sweet memories.
I see him smiling through my tears,
And this eases my pain.
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