In the Shadow of Love

IN THE SHADOW OF LOVE Her soft porcelain white skin, showed little after all these years No more skipping for her as she now slowly ascends the stairs Her husband now long gone photo sits beside their empty bed Nights alone gave her time to think on all things they ever said She says should I go first, forget me not if you find a new love He caresses her lightly and says there will be no other, my love She thanks him for all the happy years being her rock and man For all of his support, their children, since their marriage began He listens with an weariness, as soon it is time for him to leave For this lovely lass, from grief, there will not to be any reprieve Insurance paid up to the hilt, he never wants her to go without He knows all her thoughts, will forever, be with him throughout Last look at her husband’s photo, from her eye a tear did weep Alas: it is she now, who ascends the stairs of ever eternal sleep Indiana Shaw . . . -_-