To chastise God

How like a prison is the cubicle

Within  this space my  husband’s life closed down

I hummed and sang in all ways musical

To change his  look  to glad when he did frown.

He spoke but once,of many lovely friends,

He smiled and winked at me ,his own dear wife

And thus his years came to a rich and sanguine end

Without a dash of bitterness or strife.

He went but now I cannot take it in

Was it a dream or am I now alone?

To chastise God is now my bitter sin.

My heart has hardened to a hate filled stone.

Oh,dwell not on the past for it is gone

we mortals  and our suffering goes on.

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About Katherine

I like poetry and history.I love literature and music.
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