The Wife

Resolutely she dropped

her clod of earth onto the coffin lid. A life

ended, not finished. Cut short before the work

could be completed. Now, she the Wife

must carry on, despite the stifling heat of day.

 

Gone is the sense of awe

at the sight of wealth and gold

like a fools paradise she watches as it fades away.

 

Down he sinks like a stone cast into the sea

soon invisible to the eye in the gently waving reeds.

Into that realm she will not follow; here among the known  

pleasures and petty pastimes of earth she must abide.

  Hannah Baker