A week has passed and the waves are slowing,
I cry less often but more deep the sobs.
Memories are pleasant again and robs
Not the sweetness of my peace that’s growing.
I still stumble when some news worth showing
Cannot be shared with you, my heart, it throbs,
When I complete those small trivial jobs;
Who do I tell? Who’ll think it worth knowing?
When I see something that would make you laugh
Or buy the perfume you liked me wearing
Who can I share these with on your behalf?
Who do I now capture in photograph?
These small moments so easy in sharing
Now a painful note on your epitaph.
Written a week after my wife’s death on Friday 13th July 2018.