To the Husband

Today’s the day you say a sad goodbye

To one you loved though your shared time was brief

And yes, you figured she’d be first to die

And though you are consumed with searing grief

There is a sense of bitter-sweet relief

Please, don’t feel guilty with this secret joy

The horrible disease stole like a thief

With little left you worked in its employ

And like a small seed dies and gives new life

You’ll thrive despite the death of your dear wife