Monday, June 28, 2010

Poor Substitute

They opened the casket
For her first view
Since his death

Then I resolutely entered the funeral parlor
And the widow turned away from him
To greet me
I stepped forward
To console her

Suddenly she embraced me
With intensity
Born of her first last look
At a husband of over 50 years

I could only receive
And play the part
Of a poor substitute

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