I woke up feeling the warmth of my daughter
Trying to stop her screams through the night
So happy I rushed to tell my husband
She’d slept on my belly and hardly moved
Except he was gone
Left a shell, cool
So cold to touch I froze
No one should meet their love this way
His death killed me
Not my body, just certainty
My kids couldn’t understand
I still can’t
I felt this grief so hard
Needed to find a way to still it
Stall it, corral it
Get it to go away
So I wrote a book with my kids
For children, for every child
Who loses a parent or anyone loved
There’s that sadness you can’t speak
I think I’ve made my husband proud
The book is out except I’m not
I’m stuck in my freezing house
Wandering around looking for his soul
Never thought he’d make an angry ghost
The police claim I
Poisoned him, with pills
They say not just love that kills
Also: money, sympathy, liberty
Sure. And two kids to feed
No family to help
Covid killed my husband, not me
My crime is the crime of writing
All I knew and typed is not murder
The trial lawyers write new lies
Yet now there are so many liars
People love to make up stories
Imagine gaining some quick glory
Fame and infamy – don’t they come close?
I do and dearly loved my husband
I wish he’d come back on TV
Tell everyone the truth
Whatever happens at the trial
The story’s mine to tell
Only mine