My mother-in-law turns 100 in November.
My partner died over twenty years ago.
I miss them.
I am a widower.

Some days I am sad.
Others I give thanks for their love.

One day we’ll see each other again.
We’ll be in the same niche.
Folks will sing to us:

For all the saints
Who from their labors rest.

We will be very happy.


© Lewis Bosworth, 7/2018