Broken
Though I can’t say that I’ve been missing
hugs and cuddling and kissing,
still I have a memory of
those intimacies wrought by love.
It is as though there’s some obstruction
probably of my own construction
that makes me concentrate on things
instead of all that loving brings.
It’s true that objects may be lost,
but still, it’s not at half the cost.
For it is when loved ones are taken
that one’s world is truly shaken.
When objects break, it pains our purse,
but losing people is much worse.
For when death rends lovers apart,
the thing that’s broken is a heart
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Beautiful and so on spot my friend. Things we lose, hurt temporarily but people we lose is a hurt forever
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Yes, indeed, Judy
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far right.. blonde hair, looking right at us. Plus man turned in his seat in the black jacket. She is more obvious, though.
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Does this comment belong somewhere else?
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Ha.. yes. How did you guess?
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🙂
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I love that one Judy, it goes in near the top of my “keeper file”~! But I still have a pillow that I sometimes wake up hugging and a dog who jumps up on my chest and wants to have some of my love, but there is just no substitute.
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Beautiful and, though I have not lost a lover or husband, your poem says everything about losing someone we love. I remember when people were telling me that my dad dying from MS was “for the best.” I just thought, “Yeah, for him, but I’m going to miss him my whole life.” 💔
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Very nice, Judy — simply stated strong emotions!
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