Letter To My Husband Poem by Almedia Knight-Oliver

Holding tight to hope, like holding a quivering bird relieving fear.
Hope, the dream I dream.
Love turned into pain, yet I know, to hope is to risk pain.
The plans we planned are slowly slipping through our fingers
like the sand in our hands, Still, love is the dream I dream.

We're the dream of all things dreamt: my bag stolen, wallet emptied,
others pointed out three teenage thieve, chasing them, falling to my knees,
manifesting that the cost of loss is grief: losing is the price of my grief!
I send this letter with tears in eyes, love on my tongue, but with love and hope
In my heart
Life's not lost to death but the minutes, hours, and days of uncaring ways.
Unconditional love delivered in delight!


By

Almedia Knight-Oliver
July 17,2012