Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Elegy

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

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Darlene De Beaulieu August 10, 2017 at 9:35 AM Hello Freddie, thisis a sad poem you wrote. yes we miss our loved ones when they pass. Even though my husband did wrong it took me a long time to forgive him. Now that I have, I am moving on. In time you will to. Have a nice day my friend hugs to you you need it .

Kim Rodrigues June 8, 2017 at 10:36 AM Read your comment... this was loosely about your mom and dad. Nice writing, my friend.

Kim Rodrigues June 8, 2017 at 10:36 AM Read your comment... this was loosely about your mom and dad. Nice writing, my friend.

Cheryl Hoffman June 6, 2017 at 8:51 PM Very sad but well done nostalgic write Freddie!~Che :)

Juli- Michelle June 6, 2017 at 4:28 PM This was beautiful and I could feel that emotion in the end. Very well done! Love, Juli-Michelle

Heidi Sands June 6, 2017 at 9:34 AM This poem has such an impact on the reader. Sad, full of emotion, strongly spoken. Well done! Freddie Robinson Jr. June 6, 2017 at 11:51 AM Ty, Heidi. I feel other people's pain when they lose a dear loved one. And I write as the Spirit moves me. Love always.

White Wolf June 6, 2017 at 7:06 AM This is so sad, RW! Very heart wrenching write my friend! Freddie Robinson Jr. June 6, 2017 at 8:06 AM Ty, WW. My wife is still living. This poem is a memorial of how my father feels about his wife (my mother) being dead. It's a reflecting back on his life together w/her. My mother did die not from a terminal illness though. Love always.