I'm afraid your husband's dead

 a true story...

Leafy London, garden roses,
late one summer's afternoon.
No recourse from tragic duty;
hope his kids are still at school.

Stranger sorrow, swiftly rising
as I'm knocking at the door.
Would she scream? - or stand
with desperate eyes I'd seen before...

Then, I stilled my trepidation,
and with sympathy, I said;
"He collapsed at Cambridge Station,
I'm afraid your husband's dead."

I waited for the tears to come,
flowing from her eyes;
It's then I learned that Love
is far too fickle to surmise.

She smiled and looked me in the face,
then said, with no remorse;
"This means I get it all - You see,
We're getting a Divorce."

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

Oh dear, the irony of life! But I am in full admiration the way you get your rhymes so natural sounding, and it reads so well.

[Indie Skreet]

sadly good! you have written this really well and if it wasn't true, it would be funny. the atmosphere you created is just right and your rhyme and rhythm is excellent.

[Ivan Appel]

Hey, that's brilliant :-D