Fifty Years Have Passed. Fifty Years!

A Memorial Day poem to a first husband killed in battle 50 years earlier. Fifty years have passed. Fifty years! More than half my eighty years ago! I weep with grief, with wonder, silent tears. Equally, the pain and beauty sear My heart -- I can't let either go. Fifty years have passed. Fifty years! Time cuts through my heart with ruthless shears. There’s so much of my life you'll never know! I weep with grief, with wonder, silent tears. I had a second husband, a career, Three children, seven grandchildren, and so Fifty years have passed. Fifty years! About which you know nothing. No one hears My cries, has ever shared my private woe.