A Widow's Life Poem by Josh Alfred
A Widow's Life
She's like a soft faint light,
With a weak low shine,
Frail, pale white hands
Thoughts tarry, linger,
Moving like a gentle wind
Through the widow's head.
Her hair falls, tangled
Dust brushed eye-lashes blink
Tired bones, rickety and weak
Carry a languid frame.
Gravity pushing, pressing, down.
Mother, gently held an offspring's grasp
Slipping off, into a dark sleep.
A tender fading out.
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4/30/2024 12:15:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Thoughts tarry, linger, Moving like a gentle wind Through the widow's head. Beautiful lines of such an artistic poem. Well delivered. 10 for the poem. Thanks for sharing it.