When you first loved me,
life was so sweet.
When we got married,
my life was complete.
When we had children,
I loved you so.
My life was so perfect,
why did you go?


“My favorite auntie, Chili, gifted me a diary on my 13th birthday over 40 years ago. I have kept a journal ever since. I write my most private thoughts, and sometimes poems or songs.
This poem came to me as I was singing my baby to sleep in the rocking chair, sometime after my husband’s suicide.” – Diana.