Loss Vocation

One phone call
Life ran away
Taking with it my all 
What more can I say

The light of my life 
The shine in my day
Gone are my days as wife
Welcome years of strife, stay

Call me a widow 
For so am i
Beneath epitaph's willow 
Under life's grey sky 

No use for pretty 
Or hands with pots
I loss my brave and witty 
With plans for plots 

Memories city
My true location 
Never mind your pitty
My loss, my vocation