On Sunday, they had put him in the ground---
   The next day dawned, a bright and sunny day;
   Gone were friends who’d come with respects to pay,
And the house was at rest and without sound.
With no family members left around,
   She sat and let her thoughts just drift away. . .
   She thought of how her husband liked to play
With the kids---how they’d wrestle on the ground
      And how, at times, upon his back they’d ride. . .
        Her thoughts scattered when passing cars broke through,
      So she stood up and turned to go inside.
        Alone and lost, she wondered what to do---

      From one sad fact she knew she could not hide---
        No more would she be making tea for two.