A Small Price To Pay Poem by Donal Mahoney

A Small Price To Pay



They've been married 50 years
and never a sorry day,
Wally likes to say.
Melba's been a great wife
but she's very sick and doctors say
she could pass away any day.
This has Wally worried,
almost to the point of tears.

Who will do his laundry?
Who will cook his meals?
There's always the widow Sadie,
Melba's friend next door,
but he would have to marry her,
a small price to pay
to have his laundry done
and meals served on time.
But can the woman cook?

So one last time Wally bends
over Melba, silent in her bed,
and tells her that he loves her,
kisses her on the forehead,
and asks in a slow whisper
does she remember where
she put all those recipes.
He hasn't been able to find them.
They used to be in the pantry
in a box behind the flour.

Saturday, July 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: marriage,old age
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