Freedom of a Widow

Met an older man at age fifteen.
By his side for twelve years and no one else in between.
Abused all her life.
He felt like home.
No way to leave and nowhere to go.
A 22 millimeter would set her free only if heaven was where she wanted to be.
Depressed and strung out no longer a lover.
He decided no more for one reason or another.
He wanted a break for forever and a day.
Must have thought death was the only way.
So to his car he went.
Sitting there with Carbon monoxide pouring in from the vent.
Fast asleep his soul drifted away.
Without leaving a note.
Had nothing to say.
Left her with four daughters to clothe and to feed.
Alone and scared not knowing they were all she would need.
Went from having 2 choices a prisoner of love or an angel above.
The light at the end of the tunnel she never thought of.
Now a great influence like no other.
She is my hero.
She is my mother.

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