The Widower's Diary Poem by Titus Keya Omwaka

I thought things would get easy
When I get busy
But I took this loss for granted
It robbed me the love life I wanted

I feel lonely each day.
Misery is the heavy price I pay
Knowledge of my pain rings in my ear
Words of encouragement are what I hate to hear
Her memory haunts me from year to year
Falling in love again is what I fear

When I saw her lying in the casket
Reminded me of the way we walked to the market
I carried her fruit basket
That life was wonderful
With a lady so cheerful
But staring at her corpse
Made my life worse

Death robbed me of my rose flower
Making my life sour
For years I learned to stay strong
Urging myself not to cry for long
For this dirge will turn to a love song
I look forward to that day
When my grief will fade away.