Poetry

Widow Friends (11/13/21)

Death has brought me new friends
They are widows too
They feel my pain and understand
When I speak of you

Even though they never met you
And I never met their loves
We bring each other comfort
Along with tight, tight hugs

We don’t have a lot in common
Other than our widowhood
But when I talk to them
They help make the bad days good

They understand my exhaustion
How living is a chore
And give me the boost I need
To get up and face the day once more

They never tell me to move on
They get me where I”m at
I can relax and be myself
And they still like me!  Imagine that!

Maybe when I am together
With my widow friends
You are hanging out in Heaven
A group of all our husbands

I hope when you look down on us
You are happy that we met
It feels as if these ladies
Are definitely Heaven-sent.