Published May 15th, 2025
by Tilly Moodley
My beloved husband, since your passing, I am dog tired,
As if in a gym, I carry heavy weights upon my shoulders,
The tribulation of rounding up is always what I feared,
But here I am, undertaking tasks that beat upon my head like boulders.
Every day has a new, mind-boggling task,
I listen, research and diligently search for the safest option,
I wish to be perfectly informed, to answer questions which our children ask,
I once believed God when He said suffering is not my portion.
But Lord, don't You see daily how I writhe in agony?
Lord, you would know, my life was never a bed of roses,
Yet even in old age, life is robbing me of my sanity,
My mind has to be continually conscious of pretentious shows.
I am anticipating the speed of a racing car to settle matters for the heirs,
I am vehemently longing for a life without all these cares.
About the Poet
Tilly Moodley resides in Durban, KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa.
Read the poet's biography on Tilly Moodley's Artist Page.
This poem is included in Poetry World #12,
published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in Wax International:
Solitude in Imagination
by Delvine Schuster
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