Widow
She walks with unsteady legs
the passage of time having overtaken her
golden memories her sole companion
themselves somewhat tarnished
her soul now sundered and bare
to the chill wind of loneliness
She remembers and knows
a peace tainted by loss
as she waits to unite
with what she has lost
the passage of time having overtaken her
golden memories her sole companion
themselves somewhat tarnished
her soul now sundered and bare
to the chill wind of loneliness
She remembers and knows
a peace tainted by loss
as she waits to unite
with what she has lost
Copyright, Dean Wilson, 2007
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