If I could offer some soothing balm
If I could promise rest
If I could give you words as strong as your lost husband’s arms
If I could give you promises like unbreakable chains
If I could give you love to blot out his crimes
If I could give walls that would never crumble and
Shelter that would never be destroyed
If I could do these savior things.
There is no salve to lessen the stings–
Of the treasured satiating necessary things:
Family, home, a way to buy earthly security,
Health and hope and home.
Or a love that protects and provides–
Of these things lost.
So consciousness will dawn for some time
As a weighty curtain
Folding around you
Collapsing upon your mornings
Wake you in sorrow.
And blot out the plans you had for tomorrow.
I wish you the strength from above.