A Widow A Year Now Poem by Donal Mahoney

She's been a widow
a year now and at times
she still misses him

when she drives past
the steak house where he
would take her to eat

and the theatre where he
would take her to see
plays on opening night

and the jewelry store
where he would buy her
diamond necklaces,

bracelets and earrings
she recently had to sell.
Sam was broke when

he died, nothing in the will
except the house he had
mortgaged again but now

after her frozen TV dinner
she can turn up the volume
on her big-screen TV

loud as she wants without
wearing the hearing aids
she always had to put in

when Sam was alive.
Every night she is happy
the old bastard is dead.

That son of bitch
didn't leave her a cent.
Damn him.