A Goodbye Squeezed behind the wheel of his well-used compact he backed out of the drive of the only home he'd ever known, using side mirrors because his belongings piled in the backseat blocked the view. As he put the car in drive to pull away, he waved to his newly-widowed mother as she stood on the front step with tears held back, hand waving, mouth smiling against its will. And off he drove to his first job, and back she turned to pat the dog's head and begin her own adventure— living alone for the first time in her life. ********** by Lori Lipsky
In Honor of the Widow Seated Alone at the Restaurant On her Birthday by Lori Lipsky Their son found a wife Began married life His career took him far away Their next flew west He deemed it the best For him and his family Their girl met a man Transferred to Japan Pursued him across the sea Their youngest moved north He was the fourth Some grand opportunity Mom and Dad and no other Though they loved one another, Their children had all moved away. Grandbabies were born It caused them to mourn They couldn’t afford to visit Good intentions, well meant, Photos were sent, But then Dad grew ill and died Now mom lives alone Connects on the phone Her children are spread worldwide Her birthday was hard, One kid sent a card One called and wished her well No cake, no caring Her ache unsparing, Her kids all live far away. ***********
The first five stanzas were submitted to and published by Pegasus Review in April 2011 under a different title.
I have plans to eat out with my husband for my birthday today. We’ll be talking about our girls, I’m sure. Our youngest moved out of the house on Thursday to attend college a few states away in Missouri. Our oldest moves to Georgia in a couple of weeks. The empty nest days begin…
Is there a widow in your life? Do you know when her birthday is?