Burning Grave

Her mother is freshly buried From wounds of a botched heart procedure; I had never seen my wife fragile, Yet so resolute: I had never felt so helpless, Many things I should have said and done; I was hoping Almighty would give her more time. We stole some twilight moments For a quiet lick, We have always done; We were sunk in each other When the phone rang, her sister is calling; We were burning the grave, My wife had to rush back home; We were prohibited to make love Until seven days had passed by: Those were the rules from our forefathers, We were just taking a walk we boldly claimed When we got back home. I understood that some people Are simply slaves to tales of the ancients.