posted on: 2010-07-10 12:13:40
The Widow
You have seen them as you walk bye,
a lady quiet of nature, sad in face.
She has lost her love and lifetime mate.
Her heart it beats, out a rhythmic
hollow sound.
For it's left to live in this world alone,
separated from the closes of her other soul.
Her husband, her friend, confidant
through life, now the blood in
her vien feels cold as ice.
She breaths each day, the heart
still pumps.
The widow walk, is what she does,
and as she passes you by you may
never know, what a loss she is carrying
deep inside.
She will just smile up at you
then blend into the crowd, like nothings adue.
Shes not celebrated nor given a special Day.
No medal of honour will she recieve,
for the strength and courage, it takes to
go on, and no one will be making her life
into a Song.
Yet every day when she rises or sleeps, she thinks
of him, who was once by her side, and the tears
come, trickling down her cheek.
She wipes them away it's something she's accostomed
to now.
Shes told time will heal, and as you get through each
day ,things will get easier, but she has her doubts.
For she can never imagine feeling whole, when with
his passing, she was left with half her soul.
So she walk on the widow walk,waiting for the time
to come when she too will depart.
She not interested living long and well, she just wants
to see him again, and see that he is well.
She at times get very anger in her grief, for their
just is no denieing this,it doesn't end with another
day, and the heart is crying out, where is my other
half, how dare he be taken from me.
As the soul shuts out with protest, she takes her
fist to heaven, and on one bended knee, seeks
some consolation for the pain within to ease.
She passes a flower shop, and a memory stirs, she
remembers how he loved them and would state
right out loud, the wonder of God in nature he found.
He is her compainion still in her heart and soul
Where ever she walks where ever she may go.
She is the only one carrying all the memories of him
She called him HER JIM.
