That Fourth of July

That Fourth of July will always be
Embedded in my memory.
It started as many had before
With happy plans and fun in store.

Our children then were nearly grown
And they all had plans of their own.
Just one more office job to do
Before our day of just we two.

I left the house in full good cheer,
Leaving behind those held most dear.
Engrossed in work, I was alone,
Until I heard the jangling phone.

That one short call to change my life;
A widow now, not happy wife.
So now you know the reason why, I
Often cry....on the Fourth of July.

By: Joyce 7/1/04