This is not meant to sound ungrateful. It is meant to tell others what we as widows and widowers are really looking for. I know how hard it can be for some to talk about their lost daughters, sisters, brothers and sons…but if you truly want to help…talk about them. It is beneficial to both you and the widow/widower. And it helps them in their journey. I have two friends who listen all the time. I would be lost without them. What they have given me cost them nothing but their time. What they shall receive for their kindness and compassion is priceless. It is the cloak of salvation, paid for by Jesus Christ. For that was Jesus message…Love For Your Fellow Human Being. If you do that, you honor Him.





Emptiness and Loneliness

I sit here in my room in your house with people all around
I hear you talking everyday, but you never make a sound
You never speak a word at all about the love Mishele and I had
You never let me talk about her, as though we did something very bad

We were married before God and man, we never did a thing
To be ashamed of what we were, your daughter was my everything
So tell me, please, why do you all insist on pushing us aside
Have we and I not done enough for you, you always make me hide

My feelings and my love for her, I just want to shout about
But every time I try to talk of her, you change the subject or drown me out
If it weren’t for poetry it would all be there to hide
Remember, when Mishele passed to Our Lord, I too, died inside

Why can’t people be more like my true dear friend
Who always has a kind word to say, and let’s my spirit in
I wrote a poem the other day and sent it to my friends called Feed My Spirit
She’s one of the few where it’s okay, she will actually stop to read it

She will listen to me talk of Mishele, and she never walks away
She must be so sick of hearing me, I do it every day
With her and another dear friend I’ve managed to stay afloat
Because without the two of them I would have gone down with the boat

I can understand it from the one who I will call Jo
I can understand losing your first born, a feeling a mother should never know
You try so hard to take care of me, but will never understand
How hard it is for me to get through another day knowing I might never hold her hand

Unless it is in Heaven, if God desires, where we will reunite
But that is God’s purview, He will decide if it is right
It would mean so much to me right now if I could talk about Mishele
Right now it’s just my poetry that is keeping me from my own personal hell
So let me give thanks, Dear God, right here and right now
As my friends gently wipe my tears away, and the pain across my brow
For without the few friends I have, I would have never made it, of that I am truly sure
What must be the hardest thing for a person on this Earth to have to endure

So when they, my two dear friends stand before Jesus, and their lives are made just
They have so few things to fear before Him, their lives were filled with love and trust
They gave that love to others who needed it every single day
And kept their faith in Him and led others to His way

Isn’t that what it’s all about, showing faith, hope and love
Isn’t that what God is looking for, as he peers down from above
At this very moment He is looking at each moment of my strife
And is keeping watch of others’ care for me for His Book of Life

So as I sit here writing this with emptiness and loneliness all around
Remember, you others talked to me, but you never made a sound
You asked me into your house and my body you did feed
But you never once gave me what my spirit did so badly crave and need

So, I say to all of you, though you were pleasant on the outside
I understand your hurt, not having Mishele on this side
But you could never really understand how your silence hurts me so
That’s why I write the poetry so maybe someday you will know

I am keeping all my poetry humbly in one thin little binder
I hope that all who read it at my funeral, it might make them a little kinder
And give to them a lesson of how to treat another
Who will one day, too, lose a spouse and have no one there, no father and no mother

Now I pray for all of you, because I don’t think it’s done with malice
I pray Jesus forgive the anguish you’ve caused me, and He welcomes you to His palace
Though I have said it once before in another poem you still need to hear it
You can’t just feed a person’s body, you also have to Feed Their Spirit


This is dedicated to my friends who Fed My Spirit during my time away from Mishele

By: SoAloneWithoutHer (Mike--also known as Dude by Mishele)