Tuesday, November 24, 2009

THE WIDOWS


THE WIDOWS

THEY WERE CONTENT
IN A SAD SORT OF A WAY

THEY’D GUIDED THEIR HUSBANDS
SAFELY THROUGH THE SHOALS OF DEATH
AND BEYOND

THEY REMEMBERED THE SILLY LITTLE THINGS
LIKE
FIGHTING FOR BLANKETS
SNORING
SOCKS ON THE FLOOR

THEY WISHED THEY COULD COMPLAIN AGAIN

THE BED IS TOO LARGE

HE’S KEEP ALIVE IN THE MEMORIES OF CHILDREN
THEIR POP-POP OR POPPY
GRAMPY OR GRUMPY
THEIR BEST BUD

MOST DAYS LIFE GOES ON
BUT SOMETIMES
THEY’D LIKE TO SHARE A JOKE
AND THERE IS NO ONE TO HEAR


FRANK A VOLLMER

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