'A Widow a Year Now' by Donal Mahoney

​A Widow a Year Now
 
She’s been a widow
a year now and at times
she still misses him
 
when she drives past
the steak house where he
would take her to eat
 
and the theatre where he
would take her to see
plays on opening night
 
and the jewelry store
where he would buy her
diamond necklaces,
 
bracelets and earrings
she recently had to sell.
Sam was broke when
 
he died, nothing in the will
except the house he had
mortgaged again but now
 
after her frozen TV dinner
she can turn up the volume
on her big-screen TV
 
loud as she wants without
wearing the hearing aids 
she always had to put in
 
when Sam was alive.
Every night she is happy
the old bastard is dead.
 
That son of bitch
didn’t leave her a cent.
Damn him.
 
 
Donal Mahoney