The Husband Of The Widow Poem by Chris Jibero

Aghast
Bemused
Confounded
Distraught
Forlorn
Pensive
She looks
`Can this be the end of the road
While the journey is yet in progress? '
She wonders aloud
`The fire is extinquished
While the pot of rice is just beginning to boil.
Oh, my children
A motherless brood
The hen taken by a hawk
That no one had the guts to stop
Stopping my merry voyage midstream.
My stallion backed by the wrong maiden;
My pride is turned to ash;
My better half minused from the whole forever.'
She screams
As though a dagger is driven into her heart.
`My essence is viciously snatched by hideous icy hands;
Perharps I'm asleep;
Perhaps I'm dreaming;
So let someone nudge me vigorously
To awake and find this drama a lie.'
But reality stares at her unabashed
Like a watchful leopard
Guarding its conquered prey.
Alas, oil is spilt as the jar is broken
And life returns
To its Owner
Who takes over command
The faithful husband of the widow
And the father of the fatherless.

(C) Chris Jibero.