'' To Her Memory I Will Always Stay True '' Poem by Bri Mar

When my partner passed,
I was on my own,
For the very first time in my life,
With the memories I'd amassed,
My confidence had grown,
It was time to ease my strife.

I'd go out for a walk,
For perhaps a mile,
Just to see friendly faces,
To some I would talk,
I'd give others a smile,
I showed no airs or graces.

It's far too soon,
I would overhear,
She's not even cold in her grave,
Reach for the moon,
Others made clear,
I was either foolish or brave.

Life does go on,
So don't be cruel,
We all have our own way of grieving,
Seek that new dawn,
Or obey the fool,
Whose gossip can be so unbelieving.

You will never forget,
All those cherished years,
But this life was made for living,
What time I have left do I have to regret,
Some people can be so unforgiving.

Opinions that are curt,
Are selfish and unkind,
I wouldn't dream of wishing this on you,
To my inner hurt,
You are totally blind,

‘' To Her Memory I Will Always Stay True ‘'