The Newest Widow

Keeps trying to pull herself together: Objects scatters and tries to them gather; Hard to swallow his withdrawal from her world. Clean-shaven head she’d cajoled for being bald She should never forget the month of May, When God in her life allowed Death a say. Julius had promised her everything: “All my envious feuding brothers Nothing” Their world and lot shall, again, turn golden, Although, all his companies are folding… Alas! She, Stella, had got it all wrong, Her enemies to break into a song. She’ll have to hold on to memories: In her mind a neatly filed series… She knows they’ve coming for her long hair, The scissors that shall attack it won’t care. What they can’t take from her his mansion, They had better not the topic mention. She’s ready to make phone calls for a Jeep; A full army that makes giants weeps!