A tender moment of my life,
A tragedy to withstand,
The wonderful time I had being a great man’s wife,
Was like a fantasy in “wonderland”.
The sweet words he used to console me with.
The beautiful days of September.
The outstanding wonder of nature now seems,
All like myth.
Of sorrows and of joy.
The soft calm weather that seems
To persevere the memories, with
That most precious boy!
The praise I received, when to me, it did belong,
Now the gift is gone forever,
Never to return, NEVER.
His mark he has left behind, mild
And lovely, a beautiful child.
Whose expressions make a mother’s heart weep
When slowly from behind she would creep.
“He’ll come back” she’d assure me.
Cheering me with a kiss on the head,
She’d pull my hand and tell me to go to bed.
My head on the pillow lies,
With my daughter beside with eager eyes
Waiting for me to smile.
And fill the loneliness of her dead father.
The strength to withstand the tragedy
And not express my sorrow but rather, SMILE.
All the bad times.
Help me carry on with life, and
Support the greatest treasure of mine.