The Widow: A poem by Señorida

POEM

The Widow

Yesterday I wore a white dress.

Today I wear his black shirt.

I’ll wear it all my life.

No, it doesn’t hurt.

How can my love’s cologne sting?

My emergency number doesn’t ring.

Yesterday I was safe and sound.

Today I’m dangerous and loud.

I don’t want this crowd.

How can I stand without my arm?

 

Lizzy is asking for her father.

I remember I’m also a mother.

Yesterday she had his shoulder.

Today she hides in my smother.

How can I walk her down the aisle?

 

The Widow is a short poem by Señorida. It has always intrigued me how love blooms and evolves. This is one aspect of love. It's strong, brave and inspiring!

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