MAY 31st 1987
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:30pm
I married Him under apple boughs
on The Island of My Mother
and when She died
six years later
I would love another
–
I went to see Our Marital House
to see Eliza there
to deliver dishcloths
She was wanting
to see how She had cared
enough to put a sprig of apple
in a bottle neck deep and red
It glowed upon a kitchen sill
I have nothing left to dread
no more hurting husbands
no more dying pets
I am free now
in My Life
even to forget
Joanna Gilman Hyde 
This is very beautiful. The ending made me recollect the Beatles song.
Thank you for such appreciation, but I am embarrassed to say I do not know which Beatles song you are referring to
Well, I’m a bit embarrassed to say that there is nothing that deep in my comment. I am a huge Beatles fan and there are so many fantastic songs, it’s easy, i guess, to relate to poems. In this case, your second to last line “In My Life” is the name of one of my many favorite Beatles songs – maybe it’s just that the song is particularly meaningful to me right now and struck a nerve.
Thank you very much for this — I just listened to it.