March 12 will be magic promised the astrologer,
A fine as ever can be wedding day for you.
We married and life blessed and kept us,
Years of peace and joy were ours for the taking.
Like a demon mist, shadows slipped in,
Darkness swept over, tried to drown us,
Life soured and curdled, fog creeping in,
Horror and strife our everyday companions.
Then the dam burst, hell spilling over,
March 12 our 21st anniversary arrived,
Suzanne took her last breath and left me,
Grief and sorrow are my companions.
C. T. Suddeth 
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