Published in FROGPOND, Volume 43:1, Winter 2020:
widowhood
day blurs into evening
into night . . .
This poem is dedicated to my dear sister-in-law, Paulett Brylinski, who lost her beloved husband, Jimmy, in December 2017. Watching her learn to cope and live with grief has taught me so much about courage and love.
Woods Hole, MA – 3/30/14
A Poet in Time 
Oh Mary, your lovely poem is so sad. It brings to mind my dear friends who have lost a spouse in the past year. One of the downsides of aging. Hugs, my friend. ❤️
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Thanks, Michelle. Yes, it’s such a painful path to walk alone. You’re so kind to take time to leave a comment.
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Totally sums it up
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So sweet and so beautifully said
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Thank you, dear Sheppy.
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