Perceptions

I remember when my husband died

Oh such more did I want to do instead of just cry

Pulling out my hair would of been a good start

Scratching my face back and forth

Maybe screaming at the top of my lungs

Instead I just sat there with my hands in my lap

Smiling at those who said "sorry" through lying lips

While something inside said "just give them a slap"

Yes I know death happens everyday

We all are born to go to the grave

Yet we are not allowed to talk about it

For if we do we are strange

And ladylike behavior is only allowed

When we lose our loves, our lifes

I don't understand this nor shall I ever see

What's the purpose of me not being me?

In the next morning after he was put to rest

I went to shower, and as I started to undress

I saw all the hair on my head

falling to my waist

what a waste

for the admirer of it all is gone now

Picking up the scissors I started to cut

Then finished my washing and back off to bed

I felt so much better, so much more relieved

But others were not, they were shocked

without a hair on my head, I must be nuts

Doctors saying I was out of touch

Maybe I was, who is to say

I just know what helped me past that day

 

Reviews

[Bubo]

A very deep meaningful piece of writing, too lose a loved one and be expected to act normal, but death affects everyone differently...........you write with sadness, but strength, that you coped, you lost your hair, but it was also a sacrifice to a man you loved.