Lonely No More
It was hard to accept my husband’s death
I believed I could never love again
At the age of twenty-four I resolved
I no longer wanted to bond with men
Birthdays flew by with no celebrations
Though I was the youngest of three children
I never had a family of my own
Holidays made me feel loneliest then
It took more than years; decades in fact passed
Before I noticed elderly couples
Walking hand-in-hand, strolling city streets
And my feelings of loneliness doubled
When the old woman next door died alone
So few came to her funeral service
I brought flowers, knelt gently by her grave
Bowed my head and realized I was nervous
All of my friends were happily married
And though they invited me to their homes
For many picnics, weddings and parties
I was never comfortable standing alone
But visiting St. Patrick’s Cathedral
I realized that I'd not been alone
I lit candles for departed loved ones
And basked in glory of the light they shone
Comforted by the presence of our Lord
I turned and opened the cathedral’s door
When a kind man retrieved my fallen scarf
Together we remain, lonely no more
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