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Word Weaver Member
since 2011-03-06
Posts 437California, USA 
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Evenings The evenings are the worst of times. The lights go on in the houses across the street. People bustling around inside preparing to enjoy the quiet time of togetherness. Not here. The evenings are the worst. Nobody to argue with. Nobody to agree with. Nobody to cuddle up with. Nobody to cook for. I can't wrestle for the remote alone. Seven years and I still can't watch Jeoparday. You knew almost all the answers. I know none anymore. There's no one but me to build a fire. I don't know how to stack the logs. The electric bill is out of sight, literally, I don't want to look at the cost of heating with electricity. But I don't know how to build a fire. I hope you're warm floating on your cloud above. I made you a birthday cake today. Your favorite chocolate chip with double chocolate icing and the raspberry filling. There's no one to eat it but me. I had a slice after dinner and tossed the rest. I know, you'd scold, wasteful, you'd say. My god, how I hate widowhood. And the evenings, they’re the worst of times. © Marcia Miller-Twiford |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Dear Marcia, you tug at my heartstrings with your beautifully written lonely "Evenings". Very sad and yet so full of love that will never fade. So sweet that you made the birthday cake, but I fear you drenched it in tears, but then tears of love are healing in a way. (I scold you too though for tossing the rest!  Sending you a big hug across the world, dear Poetess. Love, Margherita |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"And the evenings, they’re the worst of times." Beautiful! Heartfelt words for sure. JL  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Oh, Marcia, all I have to offer are my tears of compassion. I know how precious he was to you and I ache for your missing him. Hug Katie-dog when you miss him. She will help and understand better than any. Owl |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
The times that were best become the worst when you have to face them alone. This is heartwrenchingly beautiful! |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Dear Word Weaver, I am saddened by your loss. I am sending you blessings that the universe will hear you and send you light and joy. Ms. E |
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Oklahoma Rose Senior Member
since 2008-02-28
Posts 1586Oklahoma USA |
Awwww, this is so sad. I understand how you feel though. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Sad poem. My wife has been gone two years last February. It's just Zoe an myself / And I do talk to my cute little mutt. ~ I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me. ~ |
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Haf_Alive Member
since 2011-09-04
Posts 56High in the Sky |
this is the loneliest poem ever. after the first few lines i thought this, then i got to the end and my heart sank! such a strong poem and an even stronger writer! thanks for sharing this. HAF |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
A very touching write, Marcia. Such deep feeling in every word. Sending you a hug. Ida |
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