Somehow want to write about
my ex-husband dying dead.
Was puzzled to feel
a bit of grief as I was a widow.
When heard he had died.
This puzzled me-
why should I feel any grief
we were divorced a mountain
of years ago.
Yet I grieved then
fast juicy tears.
But why should I
be feeling any grief now?
Our relationship had died
Shapeand crumbled long ago.
I turned to my big yellow pad
to support in sorting this all out-
My yellow pad
always waiting to receive
my tangled-up feelings.
Yellow pad and my pen
knit together a tapestry
of a poem
I can read
and then understand.