Wanted to begin the year with a happy poem but this is what i got instead.
The shutters came down, the candles were blown
the flowers dried up, in their vases unknown
She was clad in a gown of gloomy black
her beauty hid beneath a veil so dark
It was raining all day, with thunder that stay
as if the sky knew that he had gone away
Sunshine stayed out of the room so dim
shy to intrude in the acute grief within
People came, shed tears and went
leaving the grieving widow to vent
her grief and memories of days spent.
Their words and hurts, many did repent
speaking in subdued tones that lent
a sepulchral quiet to the air's teary scent.
As a week passed, the shutters came up
the flowers were changed, in their vases arranged
the noise of daily life resumed
and the sun,with its warmth and light entered
the room,driving away all the gloom
but the widow sat alone, as in a reverie
visage vacant, lament latent!!
