A Lonely Figure. Poem by Graham Jones

I saw her crying in the park
A lonely figure in the dark
Her tears they fell upon the ground
Leaving patches wet and round

This fragile figure wracked with pain
Sobbing now without refrain
Of my presence unaware
Venting feelings of despair

An empty pushchair by her side
And then suddenly I realised
I knew I could not intervene
Upon this sad and grieving scene

And so I walked into the night
My heart felt heavy for her plight
Then in my mind I made a cross
A silent prayer to heed her loss.