I’m a grown man and this brought a tear to my eye

A man by the name Bob Lowe wrote this poem for his wife who passed away a few years earlier.  This 93-year-old gentleman loved his wife dearly.  For six decades they were married, through the tough times of war, their love could not be stopped.   Mr. Lowe, I hope one day I get to experience the kind of love you shared with your wife.  Get the tissues handy, you will need them.

I am alone, now I know it’s true

There was a time when we were two

Those were the days when we would chat

Doing little jobs of this and that

We’d go to the shops and select our meals

But now I’m one I know how it feels

To try and cook or have meals on wheels

The rooms are empty there’s not a sound

Sometimes I’m lost and wander round

To look for jobs that I can do

To bring back the days when we were two

When darkness falls and curtains drawn

That’s when I feel most forlorn

But I must be honest and tell the truth

I’m not quite alone and here’s the proof

Because beside me in her chair

She quietly waits our time to share

Kath said to me some time ago

Darling when the time comes for us to go

Let’s mix our ashes and be together

So we can snuggle up for ever and ever.

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