The Widow's Fate Poem by Frank Adie

I toil all day just to make ends meet
And come home tired and weak
I climb my bed in loneliness
Without you to warm me up
How terrible is the price of widowhood
An inescapable fate of a dead man's wife.

The breadwinner has answered death's call
And left me alone to fend for the kids
I must work extra hard if I must overcome
Drudgery is a poor widow's lot
An inescapable fate of a dead man's wife

I never knew you would die so young
And live me lonely and vulnerable
Those you tagged as friends,
Now want me to warm their beds
Vulnerability is a widow's lot
An inescapable fate of a dead man's wife

I never bargained for widowhood
That's what life has aimed at me
If death days were written on men's palm
I wonder whether I would have married you
The price of widowhood I must pay
That's my fate, I am a dead man's wife.