A Poem from my Wife

Memoir

my heart’s resting
gently Sleeping
finally, past is past
no more tears at last
memories of sweet delight
blissfully shining so bright
aged like wine
tastefully like divine
my love, oh my love
saved my with his love
now cast I did to my yoke
of which my neck almost broke
like a dove i flew to a horizon so new
farewell to my past
now I’m free at last….

Dedicated to my husband for helping me overcome the ghosts of my past.