Homebound

Poem about the death of a loved one and what happens to his widow.

Rubbing at her knuckles
As she sat upon her chair
She removed the lavender scarf
Tied within her hair.

Turning on the television
To watch the noon day news
She sighed rather deeply
What else could she lose?

She hadn't been in touch
With the big, wide world
It'd been two months and one day
Since her sadness had unfurled.

The children had gone on
To resume their busy lives
The girls had their children
And the boys had their wives.

Commercials droned on endlessly
Hocking their useless wares
Why had God taken him?
It was more than she could bear.

Then she heard the signal
An awful, pounding sound
There was Breaking News
Lord, now what had they found?

There was the news reporter
Filling the t.v. screen
Dressed in a suit and tie
Staring with eyes of green.

"Nothing to report today
No wrecks or plane crashes
Nary a robbery or murder
Or fires ending in ashes.

No wars in foreign lands
No kids that were molested
Absolutely nothing bad
Not anyone arrested."

A grin fell upon her wrinkled face
She realized she'd drifted off
Sitting up a little straighter
Her throat cleared with a cough.

"I'm so glad that you've arrived"
She heard his tender voice
"I've been building us a mansion
And now we can rejoice!"

She touched her husband's cheek
Looked into deep green eyes
They'd be together for eternity
Where The Good News was alive!

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A realist view in your words.
"She touched her husband's cheek
Looked into deep green eyes
They'd be together for eternity
Where The Good News was alive!"
I like the above lines. In the end, we need to hold on to the good things we have near. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[MelissaAndres]

Thank you, Coyote Poetry!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[annalysiar]

This was very nicely done I love the realism.

[Celie Rose]

beautiful poem. I enjoyed reading it. Well written. Keep writing

[MelissaAndres]

Thank you, Celie Rose!

[wordman]

sounds like a perfect meeting ,where real or in a dream

[MelissaAndres]

Thank you, wordman!

[alifeacoustic]

Beautifully captured Melissa. I think we are all sometimes guilty of forgetting thats its not just the soldier that suffers in war. That man may be just one statistic on an ever increasing count, but was also a father, son, husband, friend, partner, uncle and so much more than a number.
Those they leave behind suffer daily worry over what news they hear.
Wonderfully written, emotion charged piece.

[MelissaAndres]

Thank you, alifeacoustic!