A Widow's Day Poem by Shantel Davenport

A Widow's Day



Today I watched as dawn waters flowed,
And the never ending rays of sun were kisses upon a broken rose
It is the fate of a flower that plagues a widow's memory,
As she rocks back and forth in front of a dying tree
The grave inscribed with scornful years collects dust in an empty field,
Dandelions in the wind carrying voices of dead angels

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