Widow's Club Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

Widow's club, a sacred sisterhood,
Bound by fate, our hearts forever broken,
We gather here, in solemn sisterhood,
In grief and pain, our bond is awoken.

We share a common thread, our husbands gone,
Their absence felt in every breath we take,
But in this group, we do not feel alone,
For in each other's company, we find solace and respite.

Meetings often filled with tears and sighs,
As we recall the memories we hold dear,
But also laughter, as we realize,
That life goes on, despite the pain we bear.

Though we have lost our other half in life
Our love for them, forever will survive,
We are the wives, who have been left behind,
But in our club, we find a newfound strength.

We hold each other up, when we feel blind,
And lift each other up, when we feel spent,
We wear our widow's badge with silent pride,
For we have loved and lost our precious guide

We may be few, but our bond is strong,
In this club, we have found a sacred space,
Where we can grieve and heal, where we belong,
And find the courage to face each new day's face.

Widow's club, our hearts forever scarred,
But in each other's company, we find hope,
For in this sisterhood, we are unbarred,
From the pain and sorrow, we learn to cope.

We are the wives, who have been left behind,
But together, we will find peace of mind,
In twilight's hush, where shadows gently creep,
A sisterhood of souls, their hearts bereft.

United by a bond they'd rather keep,
The Widow's Club, where tears and laughter weft,
Through veils of grief, they seek to find release,
In shared stories, whispered hopes and fears.

A sanctuary of solace and of peace,
Where memories linger, cherished through the years,
They gather 'neath the moon's ethereal glow,
Their spirits intertwined, like stars above.

Embracing life's uncertainties, they grow,
In strength and grace, with every shared trove,
For in this circle, love forever blooms,
A testament to resilience, 'midst life's glooms.