UNE VEUVE SE LAMENTE
Today she is feeling so lost.
Through the night she tossed and she tossed.
This morning, just as the dawn broke,
She thought she heard the words he spoke.
Did she imagine, "Hon. . . hon ... h _?"
You see, he always called her Hon
She listened again . . . but no more.
She was stunned; this was not a joke.
There are no ghosts
Not in her mind
(Heavenly hosts)
As the church boasts
But he's gone; the bed is vacant
She feels deserted, she feels spent
No longer cozy; she misses him
She's all alone, she's by the phone
Hoping his sister will call from home
When she hears her voice it sounds like him
Stops her feeling quite so dim
Brings back memories of him
He said his last goodbye; she cries
She should not be feeling so sad
That would only make him feel bad
To know she is feeling this way
That's what her friends say, anyway
"Cheer up, girl. Be happy today."
A/N I wish to dedicate this poem to new widows but, at the same time, readers should find it in keeping with a Halloween theme.
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UNE VEUVE SE LAMENTE
PoetryUNE VEUVE SE LAMENTE (A WIDOW GRIEVES)) is an autobiographical poem written from the third person point of view.
