Finally Free Poem by James Mazalic

We stood at his grave, and we talked for a while
He’d provided, protected, had kept her in style
But now he was gone, and she was alone
I pictured the sadness, her sitting at home
But what a surprise when she said to me
Don’t be so sad, I’m finally free!

She’d married early, a dutiful wife
Given by father to a husband for life
From shadow of father, to ring on her hand
A father’s daughter in the shadow of man

A traditional script determined each day
To be the best actor, in a tragic play
Never to know, unable to see
What was within, what she might be

She loved him for sure, and missed he will be
But now that he’s gone, she’s finally free.