Shouldn’t I be sadder?

Is there something wrong with me?

Why do I feel shallow,

Knowing you are finally free.

Free from all the treatments,

Free to wash your hair,

Free to stand up on your own,

Free to take the stairs.

There’s freedom in my widow day,

decision by myself,

Choosing what I want for dinner,

Considering no one else.

I have a lot more free time,

Less dishes and laundry to fold,

No one else to wait for,

While dinner’s growing cold.

Sometimes I feel so guilty,

Like I’m not grieving right,

Shouldn’t I be miserable,

crying day and night?

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