"Thirtyfive years
I lived with my husband.
The plumtree is white today
with masses of flowers."
(The Widow's Lament in Springtime)
Dear Ms. Widow,
Hello, my name is AP Lit Student. I would like to ask you to please get ahold of yourself. I understand that you lost your husband, and I am sorry for your loss. However, your son (who I can infer is rather young due to the fact that a white tree intrigued him) does not need a suicidal mother. Your use of free verse shows that you have let yourself go a bit, not adhering to typical meter or rhyme scheme. Through your diction I can infer that you are in a beautiful yard, but you can't even see the beauty in a field of flowers because you're plotting your own death. Shame on you. Life is a gift and you need to embrace it. I'm sure your late husband would not approve of your hopeless behavior. For the sake of your son and all other AP Lit students that read your work, MOVE ON!
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