How like a prison is a once loved home.
The little trinkets brought back with sea shells,
Which used to feel the rushing of the foam,
Remind me of the absence of him felled.
The strength of features,sharpness of the eye
The sense of others feelings from their face
These qualities, when listed, make me sigh
i long immediately to feel his dear embrace.
I’m caught uncertain after a phone call
I look around to tell him all the news.
Then sadness comes, with emptiness enthralled,
My eye can’t find him in my wider view.
Then alone,imprisoned, I feel in deep grief
And sorrow takes me for its holiest wife