Now that you are gone, and there’s no-one to tell me I look pretty
No desire to please, to drive me to revamp my hair or buy new clothes
Will I be a mad old woman grown fat on tea and biscuits
(Shared with my small dog - a crumb for the budgie - and milk in
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This poem breathes your honesty and your emotional loss. It's such a strong poem and so well written it makes a mockery of the title- thankfully! 10.