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.
How my heart sings 