My Art's Death

It has been four months since your death
And for that long I have not paid you a tribute yet
I miss you so though I try to keep busy
I still miss you specially your empty bed I see

I know I was not a perfect wife
I had all faults that cause us the strife
For all these I am sorry my dear
I feel sad when your strained voice I silently hear

I know you loved me very much
And I am sorry for my misbehaior as such
But I do love you, I solemnly swear
I mourn for you with the black dresses I wear

Tears flow down my cheek as I write this verse
It is only you I want and nobody else
There might be small attractions for others
Please don't mind this for you surpass all would be lovers

Missing your company inside the room
You had been very quiet because since pains loom
But just you beside me made me happy
Now I am sure you are always around me

For I still feel guided by your presence
Leaving behind something to pay for our daily expense
Even after death you are taking care of us both
Me and our son with all provisions you still cook the broth

All I can do now is to be prudent and make it grow
For your future generations and the third Arturo
I pray we meet again in the afterlife
In whatever form, guided by the light