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| The Widow She sits in mourning, protected by grief�s gossamer shroud. No longer to watch love wither away like the flesh of one once adored. She mourned the loss, husband, lover and friend, months before body joined soul. Tears trembled, she softly kissed him goodbye the day memory forgot wife. Hopes crumbled--acceptance and duty took their place, it seemed as if all color seeped from her soul-- leaving behind a world of muted gray. She kept her vows, for memories sake; She owed him that. As one day overlaps, melts into the next the more recalcitrant love�s recollections became. A tear falls on her clasped hands, as casket lowers into cold, musty, worm riddled Earth. This journey complete, now she must start anew tightly holding the guilt of living without him. By: Graci (c) 2001 -- Lorrie Workman Return To Graci's Poetry Page |
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