my loving hubby met his demise.
The anger still reigns inside
and at times the sudden in rise.
The calm does ensue.
And given time it's due,
when one so premature
in life snuffed like gutter manure ...
Tis hard to stay sane
when what still came,
those comments in vain
when in such pain.
The see it through, in ToDo ..
the apologies do not cut it.
I deal so in many silly gits,
My time now to give in gift...
... this heals the rift
whilst I sift in shift...spilt
from time in silt adrift
with air blue in Cornish lilt
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