Last Wednesday, I was feeling particularly sad. I've always been a hack poet  so I wrote this

little ditty down to vent some sorrow and feel a bit better. It helped.  Hope it can help you

abit.    Mel

YOU TOOK HER FROM ME GENTLY   M.Royer  Fri, Jan 22, 2016

You took her from me gently, on that shining springtime day.

It was warm, the sky was bluer when she went upon her way

She was quiet in her exit, never slammed a single door

when you took her from me gently, on that springtime  

April morn.

And, now I go to visit at the place where she was laid

and I talk to her of many things, the plans that we had made

and I water every blade of grass  with all the tears I  cry

and I bid her “see you later” and I never bid Goodbye.

When I kneel low at her headstone, I touch it lovingly

and I always lose composure as I speak of things to be

Of the morning or the evening or the night when I succumb

To lay beside my bride, at last. When two again are one.

Oh Lord, I love you dearly, as you safely watch our souls

and release us from our earthly cares and all our earthly woes

But, most of all you lift us up to grander glorious days.

when my bride and me are standing in a higher holy place.