The Widowed Child - June 20, 1998
so many years ago past
her bright, eager eyes
open to each new day
and every single task
her innocence lost
dashed all away
before she'd left
the cradle of childhood
no doubt she wept
bitter, fruitless tears
and yet she labored on
each moment
bringing bits of wisdom
to her ever open eyes
oh! - the sacrifice
when her strong fingers
worked to the proverbial bone
no longer wreaked of youth
she'd sit and ponder
her lot and curse it all
to a deep, dark burning hell
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