A Thousand Deaths
I died a thousand times
When you said to me
‘It’s over now’
I carved out my heart
And handed it to you
Wrapped in bows and kisses
Expecting you to know
That to drop my heart
Would cause it to shatter
Fragmented in a million places
But drop it you did.
I died a thousand times
When you died in my arms.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The poem above came to me when I read Lily’s heart rending post I don’t know her in real time. I only read her blog now and again.
The broken pain of her heart reverberated in her words.
How do you condole a woman just bereaved of her loving husband?
Indeed, how do you condole any grieving heart that’s lost a loved one?
You cannot! You are simply there to listen, to offer a leaning support and to help as they find their way.
Every one grieves differently.
There’s no specific order or way to deal with this painful reality that life hands out.
Sometimes all we need is a quiet friend.
For this week, here are a few of the posts that I would like to share with you:
To television or to tell a vision from Tunisia Jolyn.
Flaws can be adjusted from Joe Cosme.
Personally recommended author services and promotion sites from Smorgasbord.
ABC List from talking to my weight loss Counselor I must chip in here that you should watch out for her inspirations for victory over the scales.
Thank you good people.
My regards.
That’s a beautiful poem.
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Thank you Christina.
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This was heartfelt, Jacqueline.
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Thank you dear. It just came to me as I tried to imagine her hurt.
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Yes, you have a profound imagination Jac. Much love.
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Have a truly blessed day today 🙂
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You too, darling. 🙂
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🙂
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What a beautiful poem Jacqui.
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Thank you Judy. Beautifully sad
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Yes it was, but very soulful.
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Thank you Judy.
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Perfect. Thank you.
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My utmost pleasure Lily. Take good care of yourself.
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You, Madame, are a beautiful poet.
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Hello beautiful lady. How have you been? Thank you for your lovely words 🙂
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I have been HOT, Ms Obyikocha, hot but good. sending you love across the airwaves.
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You too my lady 🙂
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Annette had a nice post just before Valentines day on an 82 year old who had lost his wife. The wonder is that we are here at all, and the blessing that we had them for a while. The glass is half full, and of course we can never appreciate the moments when we are living them. St. Augustine, late in his City of God book, writes of the Book of Life. It is quite possible that the moments that touch the immortal soul (?) are eternal, as if written in the Book of Life, and that this is part of the wonders in store.
Nice poem! You are brightening the days of many, and more and more!
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Thank you very much for your words Donald.
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Thank you so much for posting my article. I appreciate it! Nice poem btw.
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You are welcome.
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Hi Jacqueline, thank you for such a touching poem. Also, thanks for sharing my post. 🙂 Joe
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My pleasure Joe. Regards 🙂
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This is beautiful. So sad. 😥
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Reblogged this on INK AND QUILL and commented:
It’s an honour to share this poem with you, heartfelt, raw and beautifully written, by Jacqueline at A Cooking Pot Of Twisted Tales.
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Thanks my lady 🙂
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Indeed, how do you console a grieving heart that you’ve never met? I don’t know. All you can do is try and be there in spirit and action. Thank you for sharing those posts and your poetry.
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