This Cup

This Cup short poem

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When the man I love lay dying
I sat beside him alone crying
I knew in my heart he’d soon be gone
That I’d have to face this world alone

I could feel my heart it was breaking
I was going down crumbling and quaking
To watch him lay in such pain there
Was so much more than I could bear

I remembered the years we spent together
How we promised each other our forever
And now I could see I knew it was true
Beat of my heart I was losing you

I prayed as I had never prayed before
God take him don’t let him suffer anymore
The pain was ripping my heart in two
But let him go was all I could do

I prayed God in your mercy please
Help me give my heart some ease
Please God in this hour of despair
Be with us, show me you still care

Oh God ! This cup that is before me now
If I must Drain it, please show me how
If from me this cup you can not take
Hold me God, as my heart breaks

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I am 58 years old. I have two grown children and 3 grand daughters. I am a widow I lost my husband after 32 years of marriage to cancer 5 years ago. It was the pain of that loss that made me turn to poetry. I write all kinds of poetry. My biggest occupation is finding an idea I can turn into a poem . I have written 1000 poems and still writing.
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Geetha Paniker

Pain and agony of watching a loved one go is the worst.


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