The Sparrow and the Crow

He sat well-perched on both of his knees
Staring at his wife sleeping peacefully
He saw the strands of hair fall to face
And imagined hand brushing without wanting to wake

He saw the wrinkles that came with her smile
And oh, what a beauty so intensely sublime
And a laugh - what a laugh weaved with intricate perfection
Had his heart by the seams with such lovely affection

He saw the tears that had rushed down her face
And felt her violent shivers as he held her embrace
She cried, oh, she cried 'till her echoes were no more

Illness had taken over and her eyes were now closed

He saw what the cancer had done to his wife
It had stolen his love and destroyed his life
And through her death he drowned in his dreams
Waking up in a sweat, crying hysterically

The memories were a wound better left to forget
He had told to himself daily with constant regret
For he knew that to lose her face etched in his mind
Would be worse than to lose her a thousand times

So he sat well-perched on both of his knees
Staring at his wife sleeping peacefully
He saw the words which were carved into stone
"A loving wife and mother, may you find your way home"

Reviews

[Bob Sherunkle]

This was heartbreaking.I can relate to these feelings as it had affected my life on two occasions.This was excellent and you got a result.

[Gio S.P.]

I'm sorry that you had to go through such a tragedy, Bob. Still, I'm glad that you made it out alive and are writing your troubles and stories. Have an amazing night and thank you for this review!

[Bob Sherunkle]

That's life I'm afraid.It affected family,not me,but still hurts to think how they suffered.You to my friend.Take care and keep writing!