Gone

Gone is the woman

who stole my heart,

whisking it away

from the very start.

Gone are the days

of loving warm touch,

her caring hugs

I’ll miss so much.

Gone are the nights

we shared a meal,

the way she would listen

and make me feel.

Gone are the trips

we shared together,

hours, days or weeks

no matter the weather.

Gone are the calls

messages day and night,

often times crying

fleeing a family fight.

Gone is the joy

the sound of her laugh,

innocent and free

as a new born calf.

Gone are the notes

left here and there,

proving her heart

with so much care.

Gone are the hugs

so willingly giving,

so full of love

a life worth living.

Gone is her life

too early taken,

what of destiny

so badly mistaken.

Gone is that twinkle

caught in her eye,

a sight ever lost

with a dying sigh.

Gone is the woman

who stole my heart,

whisking it away

from the very start.

Dedicated to the memory of my first wife. Gone but NEVER forgotten.

Thank you for helping make me a better man.

Elizabeth Jean Bussey

March 13, 1948 – June 16, 2015

Gary R. Cramer

June 27, 2015