Got Not My Just Desserts
It was often said, she was my better angel,
but terminal illness clipped her beautiful wings
As my faithful wife, me she always watched over
I wished my dirty snow life had been more clean
We made snow angels when we were kids,
and I loved how she would look at me
with those innocent doe eyes
She always forgave me for any wrong I did,
even when she had got that dying disease
Smiling, she would wipe my tears away whenever I cried
I always knew I didn’t deserve her love,
her kind-hearted spirit was above my pay grade
At her casket, I held her velvet glove ...
kissed her hand, and thanked God
for letting my dear wife rest pain-free in the shade
In my heart, I know I got not my just desserts,
it should’ve been me
the grave diggers were burying under the earth
I live today
because her forgiveness of me was heard by God
Now my better angel has flown away,
and my soul cries daily aloud
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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