Poetry Month, another poem and another poet

Poetry month is almost over, but we have a few more days to share our most beloved poems.

Today I have one few people have seen. I am posting a poem by my late sister, June Council Hunter. Her husband, Stan, died suddenly in 1975 when she was 48 years old. She sent me a couple of poems she wrote while she was grieving. She wrote honestly and from her heart.

If you have lost a husband or wife, you will relate to her poem. 

              Friday Night

It's late this stormy afternoon

in the mountains of Carolina, in Boone

There are only re-runs on TV.

However, they're really new-runs for me.

.

Friday was always our special night

though the entertainment might be light.

I can’t bear to listen to our music yet.

I’ll have to settle for the television set.

Hurting here in the dark, I watch half-heartedly.

as a couple caress, and kiss on TV.

                        ---June Council Hunter

I know the loneliness of loss as June did at that time. She was in process of figuring out who she would be now that she was not half of a couple. She missed the affection and loving touch of her handsome husband. He was so young and she was too young to be left with the responsibility of raising two girls. But she found a strength she didn't know she had. She suffered the pain of grief, but had to make a life for herself and her children. I admired her more than anyone.

It was thirty years before she found another man she loved.