Poor Hope

Her husband was a kindly man, never thought himself too grand, fought hard and long in World War II, what he saw there, no one knew. They raised their kids to be good folk, and, Lord, that man could tell a joke. Two years ago, he got real sick, and wound up in the hospital quick. Two years of chemo, and radiation, he fought like he had for his nation. His sons gave marrow, the pain endured, and, God be blessed, he was cured! When he came home, he seemed depressed, convinced his finances were a mess, no one could tell him otherwise, though his bank books were right before his eyes. Last week, he took his shotgun to the shed, and that's where poor Hope found him dead. ©Danielle White