April Husband Poems | Husband Poems About April
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The TV turned on, my darling turned off,
Her face so wan, the skin so soft,
Cold to touch in a room too warm,
And there on the hutch figurines swarm
As if awakened by séance,
Hands held, circling in a ghastly dance;
Every nuance, every stance
Living testaments to dying romance.
A ceramic finger's breadth
Separates me from my beloved Beth,
Berating me for the fates
Mete out to my belated mates.
Yet no matter how much blood is spilt
I soundly sleep sans any guilt,
Living my life to the hilt
In a house that morbid love has built.
To have and hold means many things
Having naught to do with wedding rings
Or vows of fidelity fondly said,
Gazing in the eyes of the newly dead.
Upon pillows the bands were borne
To the hands they were meant to adorn;
Hands adored and hands that mourn
Their annualries so lovingly shorn.
Strung on strings about their necks,
Valued more than life insurance checks,
Memorials of trust won and love lost,
What else remains is now compost
For gardens that strike neighbors dumb
In pure envy of my green thumb
And the foliage that numbs
The pain of my brides ere they succumb.
Wedded if only in my mind,
With nary a marriage license signed
I walk the path from the door
To the garden where digging is no chore,
But a joy that hides the dear deceased
From neighborly eyes and police
And the only thing bringing peace
To Elizabeth, Elise, and Clarice.