Grief Poem - We're Missing One

Montana’s snow arrives again and blustery winds do howl.

We dream we’re warm and snug inside, but hear our tummy growl.

We’re thankful for our comforter and snug in our warm house.

Snow is forecast by gloomy gray which makes us miss our spouse.

On days like this the “lonely” comes, we miss our dear ones so!

This place is sad, the tears are near; our heart is filled with woe.

There are Grief Groups to help Grief Fog, ‘cause grieving does take time!

Dear Lord, each day one step, then two, as up Grief Hill we climb.

Our dear one’s gone but still somehow it feels like...