Widow

February 14, 2009 by lawrence hoba ·
Filed under: Poetry 

my brother’s  widow

She learnt again to love

Before in his grave

His body had learnt corruption.

Still she swore he was he was her best love

And on his grave wept herself stiff

On her second wedding’s eve.

By Lawrence Hoba

(www.iceloloe.blogspot.com)

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