Just One Week Poem by Barbara Clafton

I saw you on Thursday, you smiled!
You were as happy as a child
With your new car, just like a topy
Given to an excited little boy.

I saw you on Friday. When you left
I couldn't help feeling bereft.
My heart was so heavy filled- with pain.
I sensed I'd not see you again.

On Saturday came the phone call.
When I took it, I punched the wall.
I hovered there with shallow breath
As they told me the news of your death.

On Sunday, I don't know, I wasn't here.
My body filled with an intense fear.
Wondering, worrying just what to do -
Now that I was without you.

On Monday the black car came
With flowers that spelled out your name
I tried very hard to be brave
As they lowered you into your grave.

On Tuesday I was all alone
Just waiting by the telephone.
When I realised you weren't going to ring,
My heart was empty, I felt nothing.
On Wednesday I spoke to you.
The doctor said it would help me to.
To say all the things that I should have said,
But now I can't because you're dead.

This morning
It's Thursday just one week
Since you could laugh
And love
And speak.
And now I'm alone
You've left
You've gone
And I wonder
How on earth
I can carry on?