My Knight in Shining Armor disappeared,
Left me behind alone in grief and smart,
The hour had arrived that I so feared,
The hour destined for him to depart.
Desiring to buy time to be with him
Some weeks, or hours, or perhaps some days
He drank a bitter cup unto the brim
My knight, so brave, felt buying time lacked grace.
My darling husband begged me to make rhyme,
And to attend to writ and poetry,
And looked not at the sand glass of his time
But watched my scribbling with alacrity.
“Go! - write some poetry, go on and write!
Don’t stop your writing dear because of me!”
Thus from his sickbed spoke my dear brave knight.
“Pray do not stop to write your poetry”!
My knight that I called fondly: “Stevie-boy”
My guardian angel, mentor and my spouse
Companion faithful in all grief and joy,
Departed and so empty is the house.
My Knight in Shining Armor he had heard
A voice that stirs up life from ash and sod,
Obeying call and summons of the WORD
My Knight arose to meet his Lord and God.
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How beautiful, this poem took my breath away.
I find myself getting lost in your poetry when i read.
Thank you for sharing this with us.
Judy