At the far end of the casket,
his girlfriend hugged his wife
And told her she was sorry,
that she had tried to steal her life
Their tears then ran in unison,
for one who loved them both
The years they shared now testament,
to a choice he left unspoke
They never met before this day,
and would never meet again
But each knew well the other,
and they almost felt like friends
The mistress left, the children wept,
and the grandchildren played outside
As his wife looked down, saying, “your hell has passed,
—sleep well my love, goodbye”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments4
Well done.
Thanks so much!
Awesome
Thanks, Tony!
Welcome
Jackie Gleason made a movie with this theme years ago, save it involved 2 men and they would sit and talk daily about the woman whose life they shared. Lovely poem.
Thank you
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