A Widower Poem by Chris Prabu

Have you ever read
About the anguish of a widower?
Sound strange?
Yes....about a widower.
If not yet
Read me with your heart.


After the sudden demise
Of my dear wife
Has turned my life upside down.
My gleeful paradise twirled
Into an aching inferno
All in a second.


Now, my 15 month old child and I
Are begging for love
Like the orphans of the home.
Our life was devastated
Completely and mercilessly
As hitted by a violent tornado.


What will I say
If my my child ask her mother?
How do I care
Without the love of her mother?
Whom do I trust
For her future?


While reading a book,
While taking class,
While lying on the bed,
While riding my bike,
While walking on the terrace
Her memories follow me as the shadow.


Sometime, my body craves for embracing a girl
But my mind is still go behind her.
Share the bed for merely physical pleasure
Is insane and inhumane.
It is a moral battle
Between the body and the soul.


'Do marry a girl'
'Think before you marry another girl'
'Take care your health'
'Don't waste your life'
All I receive is; sympathy, concern and advise
How cruel the life of a widower.


However, I pretend to keep myself
As solid as the rock,
And like the crust of the earth.
But my inner feelings
Are boiling hot
As the core of the earth.


Sleepless nights,
Painful heart,
Endless tears,
Uncertain future
All are the part
Of a mourning widower.