the widow

the widow

a widows web is weaved

with lamentations and memories

and sprinkled trinkets

that glisten

and transform into

fleeting warm smiles

we try to hold on

but the delicacy of times past

that which did not appear

at those moments

as authentic

has now transmuted to treasures

we fight to conjure into our lives

on a daily basis

dare i not forget

the children serve as reminders

with their anguish cloaked

with reason

and distraction

of the day

yes we are lost

in a new wilderness

seeking a way

to resolutions we abhor

we send seemingly meaningless wishes

into the ether

hoping that lore was true

that there is a heaven

and again

i shall be with you

but now i am but a widow

weaving a web

to hold to these memories

in my heart

in my head

when i was alive

and not just

the Widow

© 12 July 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.