THE WIDOW

THE WIDOW

She's played his favourite songs tonight
She's waited by the window
She's worn his favourite faded shirt
Black, now she's a widow;
She's watched as the sun went down
And ate all by herself
She put away the dishes
High up on the shelf.

She's watched a little television
She's taped some special shows
She's listened for the phone to ring
Fed the birds and crows;
Just at dusk she changed into
His favourite black negligee
Perfume between her bosum
And ended her long day.

She climbs into the feather bed
And lies there in the dark
A candle on his side of the bed
Seems to light a spark;
A car pulls in the driveway
She hears a familiar cough
She smiles as she asks him:
"How was your game of golf?"