Best Sadwife Poems
Blue was his wife's favorite color
So he bought her a painted blue rose
She said she'd never seen anything like it
So she carries it where ever she goes
He woke up early one morning
To make his wife breakfest in bed
The rose lay alone on the table
Beside it his wife was found dead
The blue rose was placed on her coffin
Then removed when they lowered her down
Cast aside with the discarded trash
That was lying closeby on the ground
A little girl around nine or ten
Picked it up and took it back home
Here on vacation to visit her family
But now on her way back to Rome
She gave the rose to her Grandmother
Who carried it all the way to Japan
Who then gave the rose to her waitress
For lending her a helping hand
The waitress gives the rose to a stranger
Who was now on his way back to France
Who gave the rose to his daughter
As her whole class was watching her dance
She then gave the rose to her teacher
Who was leaving to start a new life
He was on his way to America
To be with his children and wife
He then gave the rose to his brother
Who's still grieving the death of his bride
He places the rose on her gravestone
Where it started the day that she died
This side of town lives in evening darkness
The people care not for courtesy, just the green
Any fold of cash would prompt sullen eyes to awaken
As in this case, on that fateful night in late November
He seemed misplaced, not belonging to our area
His shoes were shined, almost new, while a suit he donned
Keeping his left hand in his pocket at all times he made his way
What was he looking for? Seems we’ll never know, now will we?
His body was found in the alley off of 10th and Sloan
All was in tact except for, of course, his wallet, found ten feet away
Identification clearly showed he should not have been here
His residence was the other side of the tracks, nice town
It was found he left behind a wife and two college age kids
Upon interviewing, the wife stated that their anniversary was in a day
There are many places to get hot jewelry around here
In fact I have a few connections of my own that offer discounts
It makes you think, what was it he was wanting, a cheep gift?
Again, we’ll never know, but know this
The wad of cash that now takes residence in my pants pocket
Allows me the pleasure to know I’ll be eating today and perhaps next week
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!
My dog Rover took a chunk out of my leg
His eyes were crazed, I… killed him with a tent peg
Never before has he acted this way
He would lovingly play with the children all day
My wife…my wife had that same look
I tied her up and locked her in the nook
My loving wife Jane
All I saw in her eyes was hatred and pain
Jane’s brother, Glen
My best imaginary friend
Dead too next to Rover
He attack me so I beat him over and over
NOOooooo!!! My children…my children are gone
They were in the bedroom singing the ding a ling song
Trains, cars, planes crashing, falling out the sky
Got to switch on the tv, got to find out why
I hear screams, shootings, killing, I must hide
But I know hunger with make me go outside
Oh no look, what the heck?
A man bit a chunk out of the news reporters neck
Oh God his dying, am I going out of my mind
Its as if we have been
Left….
Behind….
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!
© 2000
He comes back from the doctor
His wife says, "Well what did he say?"
He told her there's nothing to worry about
He said that I'll be okay
But something was different
For the man didn't smile
Would he tell his wife the truth?
Or was he simply in denial?
"I'm as healthy as an ox", he thought
"How could this be?"
"This happens to other people,
But never someone like me"
His wife embraces him
As her heart leaps inside
He just couldn't tell her
He purposely lied
She said, "This nightmare is over,
So now let's move on"
But she didn't know
That she'd soon be alone
Three months has now passed
Since her husband started lying
And now the time had come
To tell her he's dying
He has her sit down
To hear this news that he's learned
He takes her by the hand
And says, "The cancer's returned"
She says, "Why didn't you tell me?"
As the woman starts crying
He answers, "I had to find the right time,
To say I was Dying"
"For if I had told you then
It wouldn't have been the same
We would have spent all our time
Looking for pity and blame"
"And I wanted your memories
Of the good times to last"
After speaking those words
He quietly passed