The Widow Maker
The “Widow Maker”
Written: by Tom Wright
The Protected One
2/27/2018
The words “Widow Maker” eased from his tongue,
During life’s lowest ebb Ernestine was given this news.
My chances looked grim, and on prayer, my life hung,
Then the death wick that burned God would defuse.
I’ve wasted precious time throughout this past year,
For from the “Widow maker” not many will survive.
I’ve challenged myself, and my purpose for being here,
Only God knows the reason for my remaining alive.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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