We met in the fifties,

I thought she was beautiful and she thought I was nifty.

I’m not much of a looker,

But she wasn’t picky.

We went to dances, malt shops, Fairs, and sock hops.

She was my angel,

My gift from above.

There wasn’t a word for what we felt,

But we called it love.

She waited for me while I was in the navy.

Happy for 60 years

But cancer took her and I haven’t felt right as of lately

I felt like I should have been the one for the taking.

I sit here and my heart is breaking.

I feel ever so lowly,

It has only been a week,

but….

Time had never passed so slowly