Letter from Tom

(If you ever)

It’s all you hoped for,
It’s all you want.
And yet tears fall down
From your cheeks to the ground.

(Dream of me)

You smile once again,
Staring at your son.
How he grew up to a fine man,
How he learned the ways of a gentleman.

(If you ever do it)

Seating on a couch
With the face on the palm of your hands.
Well, that’s no pose for a lady
With such beauty and charm.

(Please don’t cry)

You live in the midst of the lust,
And yet you feel miserable.
For all the money and goods
Cannot bring him back to your arms.

(I couldn’t bare it)

Only one thing can move your look
Away from your son.
That’s the suicidal letter,
Of your dear husband.

(Love, Tom)