The Widower Poem by Edwina Reizer

Never took the time to learn what she did, .
he just knew it got done.
He thought she would always be there for him.
His days were like the sun,
shiny and bright and filled with joy
and the moon was theirs at night.
The kids were grown, all on their own
and usually nowhere in sight.

Gone so fast, this one he'd loved,
life had cut him in half.
Each day that came was worse than the last,
gone like the wheat from the chaff.
As he started to try to live again
it's then he knew she was there.
He found little notes written on paper,
written with loving care.

How to wash clothes, how to cook meals
and how to make a bed.
He understood now what she'd left him
and his eyes filled as he read.
All of his life he had taken for granted
all of the things she'd done.
Now as he followed all of her directions
he appreciated every last one.