when the weather
is settled mild serene
long after death day
perhaps she will come
with wreath of immortelles
to visit dress his grave
perhaps her hand plucked
wild perhaps purchased
from dress black undertakers
how will she fatal fair
standing solemn there
overcome tears despair
this is time of grief
this is time of bitter grief
this is time of desolate grief
it seems after the mourning
a sad girl with weary feet
tired exhausted at graveside
is now best choice advised
to take a romping way home
in easier swifter cab ride
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The sadness and mourning so well captured in your poem.sheveill come with wreath... how will she stand fatal fair...standing solemn there... really heartfelt words.