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A temporary habitat

Where we would live until he died,

My husband's cottage was just that.

I would make do and would abide

Until his illness took its toll,

Which I knew would not take too long,

Then move to better place my goal.

Time has proven I was not wrong.

He's dead and buried and now we,

Because of him, here we had stayed.

I watch the children watching me.

I know they think I am afraid.

My move is going as I planned.

My children just don't understand.