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A poem about losing a loved one


The Pandemic Word Challenge

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Each morning, like you, I wake up to find we’re still in this pandemic. Taking a walk in the cemetery, I try to clear my troubled mind and reflect. I was asked to join this challenge by Jordin James sharing what one word keeps me afloat during this time. And my word?

My word is Remember.

Last night, I laid in bed ruminating how I’m getting through these days.

To many, things look hopeless. And how could they not? …


A poem about grief

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I remember the day
you slipped away,
the day that wouldn’t end.

It changed my life,
changed my world.
Not because you died,
but because
everything stopped.

Life as I knew it,
life as I wanted it,
your life.

And I moved to
a place without you,
an empty place.

People want us to move on.
What does that even mean?

To act as if everything’s okay
when it’s not?

Death changed life.
So now what?

Shall I pretend so others are
more comfortable,
or can I be
who I am?

Grief came when you left.
And grief stayed.

Missing…


People from physically abusive homes can heal

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I remember the time my husband and I sought counseling, going through some struggles. Honestly, I thought our problems were his.

It really surprised me when the counselor said, “I’d really like to see you again, Anne.”

Week after week, I went to counseling and learned things I had never known before. Celia suggested I read a book, by Townsend and Cloud called, Boundaries. I was instructed to read through the book and we’d talk about it each time we met.

I had no problem with this assignment. Maybe I’d learn something new about myself. …


A poem about abuse

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You never know what someone’s gone through,
you never know where they have been.
And yet, we often make our judgments,
outwardly, or deep within.

I’ve made mistakes with lots of people,
I’ve even judged, without a clue.
And I’m not proud of my mistakes,
I simply want to share with you.

Some friends I had, fell by the wayside,
with other friends, I pulled away.
I’m not quite certain why it happened,
as I write these words today.

Sometimes a button deep within me,
it got pressed and I got scared. …


A poem about God’s presence

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The silence is so deafening,
I see no one around.
There‘s no one I can talk to,
and my loneliness abounds.

And yet, inside my spirit,
I know this cannot be.
For God has always promised,
he would stay right next to me.

Could it be that even He,
is weary of my pain?
No, my child, he says to me.
My strength remains the same.

God knows about our loneliness,
He feels the things we feel.
And we can be ourselves with Him,
with nothing to conceal.

Just know there will be dreary days,
when…


A poem about grief

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Our walls can no longer hold laughter,
like they always have done before.
But instead, it’s like sadness
decides to move in,
and then quietly closes the door.

Grief is a quiet intruder,
who will show up whenever he will.
And the silence that’s left,
when their eyes close in death,
is a silence that cannot be still.

And so we must travel this journey,
with our hearts that lie shattered and sore.
We’ll have others keep watching
each step that we take,
for they want things to be like before.

You can’t take the heart…


A poem about death

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Why did you slip away
into the night?
Where did you go,
when you slipped out of sight?

Your body remained,
but your voice disappeared.
I stood close beside you,
with nothing to hear.

The ambulance came
and they took you away.
Your eyes opened wide,
but no words could you say.

They settled you in
at the hospital room.
They checked you all over;
it took until noon.

When Dad held your hand,
you squeezed it one time.
But then when I held it,
you never squeezed mine.

Were you upset?
Were you angry with me?
Gus…


A poem about loss

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Today the leaves are golden,
as light comes shining through.
I stare at all that beauty,
but I still think of you.

The times we spent together,
and all the moments shared.
You knew how much I loved you,
I felt how much you cared.

I’ve seen so many seasons change,
and yet, I must confess,
the ones we shared together,
are the ones I love the best.

I’ll always think about you,
the days that you were here.
And even though we are apart,
some days you feel so near.

And when the leaves have fallen,
and lie there on…

Anne Peterson

Poet, Speaker, published author 16 books. Most recent book, Always There. Visit Anne’s website www.annepeterson.com to sign up for a free eBook.

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